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Escapism

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by April90, Nov 11, 2010.

  1. April90

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    Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
    Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
    Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
    One last flash of a perfect wish.

    Make the way with me,
    Help my spirit flee,
    Set my soul free,
    It is smothered.
    Let me find my place
    In this tempting haze,
    In the night's embrace,
    I am bothered.

    Hear the sounds, deafened sounds
    Of reveries' lullabies,
    As I reach spaceless bounds
    Of welcoming purple skies.
    Yes, I live just this way,
    But it's an illusion, fake,
    And I curse the damned day
    That finds me to wake me.

    Trapped by the truth,
    I curse its majesty,
    Dreams of my youth
    Lose sense of gravity.

    I'm not sane, not mad,
    Not alive, not dead,
    Shades of past regret
    Haunt me farther.
    I am straying blind
    With my truth denied
    On the other side
    From the others.

    Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
    Of reveries' lullabies,
    As I reach spaceless bounds
    Of welcoming purple skies.
    Yes, I live just this way,
    But it's an illusion, fake,
    And I curse the damned day
    That finds me to wake me.

    Quelling silent screams,
    All alone,
    Listing paper dreams
    On my own,
    I am sick of this
    Absurdism,
    what's the way it is?
    Escapism!

    Dreams are all shattered,
    What could be worse?
    Doom of the life in fetter,
    Filled with the same remorse.

    Fight or surrender?
    Shield or defender?
    I'm helpless at anything.
    Thoughts of despair
    Twirl in the air.
    I'm losing my everything.

    Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
    Of reveries' lullabies,
    As I reach spaceless bounds
    Of welcoming purple skies.
    Yes, I live just this way,
    But it's an illusion, fake,
    And I curse the damned day
    That finds me to wake me.
     
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