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| Shattering Illusion by © chibilunacat It's a sensation quite like dying In a world that's just pretend, When the glass that is your dwelling shatters At a hearty rocky end. It's a thought of saddened blisters Upon your calloused hand It's emptiness and loathing giants Wreaking havoc on the land Finding calm in agony I feel your frightened stare And I know that just not looking You can let go without a care It's the knowing that your out there When the world is looking dim And the feeling of abandoned wonder That coats your mouth with phlegm Sharing in a harmless moment I can lock it all away And handing out a cup of timeless You have forgotten what to say. Showing in a dismal diagram That truth can not be sought You shudder and I laugh quite loud At the chilling shadows brought A slowly shifted pit of anger In sweet agonies reverie Is only melting and disheartened And she'll call the calvary Screaming your misgotten fears And hovering in lust You truly know about the theme That's lying in the dust Quivering in your hearty mess You wonder where I've been And you write it off as judgement And never speak here again Lies have twisted up your light And rinsed you down a drain And as the dying grass drinks dew drops You find it very plain Unnerving and unjustified You break free from your past Sprained and running for your life You're falling pretty fast I can't believe the casualty In which you shred your face And if I was a disbeliever I'd put you back in place You are running out on me I can't imagine why And though I go on only laughing You run out and cry Shattered in your glory tribute I have sang a song A tune that you couldn't stand But I see nothing wrong Can you feel the dying happen Deep within your soul And if I went on non-believing Would death still take its toll I have questioned my own fate One night when you were drunk And when I chopped the bits and pieces I hid them in the trunk I have lived inside of you But now I'm breaking free And you will have to only forgive Lifes deep insanity Cause a little mass destruction To take into your grave And beat upon the resolution Have a real close shave I can see the saddened clamor Deep within your mind And while you're eating disarray You'll taste another kind Help me oh sweet charity And help me to see clear My walls have tumbled down around me And it's your face I fear Dying is your own response You find it's all pretend And now that I have closed my eyes You've stumbled to the end. Terra Mae 2/7/2002 |
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