A fairytale going in reverse
from which true love turns to hate
A neverending turmoil curse
from which there is no escape

A cut that seems to flow forever
from which all life is bled
A road that holds no endeavor
from which the soul should be led

A hidden shroud unraveling fast
from which all secrets are revealed
A line that is inevitably cast
from which all truths will yield

An enclosed cell that has no bounds
from which nothing can leave
A noise that never makes a sound
from which the ear can concieve.
 

The Pursuit

To find meaning within a wilted heart
and depth within a dying soul
If ever there be clairvoyance
it is "the now"
To search for that which is unseen
and define that which is unknown
O loathesome endeavor
how hopeless it is to attempt these commands
To emerge atop this immense wave and concieve
absolution in this desolate wasteland
How thoughtless are those who request something more
and mindless are those who except something less.
and yet...truth is ever binding and feared
Emotions are misconstrude-conveying only surface value
To this all that remains is insincerity and disillusion
and unremarkable infinite restitution
A constant pattern of birth and rebirth- leaving no
absolution to be found.

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The Song is: Head over Feet  by: Alanis Morisette

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