Post by xunpredictablel on Oct 17, 2009 19:12:35 GMT -5
|Title| Untitled.
|Rating| pg
|Theme| Maybe frustration - I dunno.
|Notes| -
Black.
Do you hide beneath black because you are black?
Your arms are covered in wrap-a-rounds to shield against your weakness.
You're just covered with armor, aren't you?
White. Dancing in the water droplets;
The green surrounds you like a forest, and you're a nymph between the trees.
-Why are you running away?
The memories reach out as old friends but they sting.
Clear.
You're lurking in the shadows, analyzing the way they talk, walk, breathe.
They see through you and you're a comfort.
-Making you out to be the color they want you to be.
Do you remember what you used to be?
It's easier when you're asleep.
Fallen.
Everyone begins with wings, but yours are tattered. Broken, and laughing.
-Does it hide your true well?
Ringing voice always does hide the bleeding soul, I suppose.
Young.
Cursed to an everlasting desire to run; to learn to fly with the wings no one taught you to use.
-Does your naivete protect you from the bad in the world, because the unfriendlies hate to taint.
How long can you hide your maturing body?
Nothing.
Can your soul really mix with so many people? Isn't your doubt suffocating?
The question of yourself, enough even without your lurking suspicion of nothingness.
People will soon no longer see coor on you.
You can only ignore your decay for so long.
|Rating| pg
|Theme| Maybe frustration - I dunno.
|Notes| -
Black.
Do you hide beneath black because you are black?
Your arms are covered in wrap-a-rounds to shield against your weakness.
You're just covered with armor, aren't you?
White. Dancing in the water droplets;
The green surrounds you like a forest, and you're a nymph between the trees.
-Why are you running away?
The memories reach out as old friends but they sting.
Clear.
You're lurking in the shadows, analyzing the way they talk, walk, breathe.
They see through you and you're a comfort.
-Making you out to be the color they want you to be.
Do you remember what you used to be?
It's easier when you're asleep.
Fallen.
Everyone begins with wings, but yours are tattered. Broken, and laughing.
-Does it hide your true well?
Ringing voice always does hide the bleeding soul, I suppose.
Young.
Cursed to an everlasting desire to run; to learn to fly with the wings no one taught you to use.
-Does your naivete protect you from the bad in the world, because the unfriendlies hate to taint.
How long can you hide your maturing body?
Nothing.
Can your soul really mix with so many people? Isn't your doubt suffocating?
The question of yourself, enough even without your lurking suspicion of nothingness.
People will soon no longer see coor on you.
You can only ignore your decay for so long.