Parched is often used to describe the thirst of the human body, and moisture alleviates pain.
But parched is my mind, as it hasn't received proper sustenance for months,
Wracked with the weight of a reality plagued with cognitive awareness gone awry.
So leave me for the wretch, and watch as I fall.
Looking down upon the world gives a wary mind a strange sense of power.
People fade to the minuscule existence given to them by God almighty.
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Memories fade to.
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From time to time the rapture of the guitar strings upon the maple frets allows the mind to wander.
Melodies elongate the strains of hope emitted from exhausted finger tips.
And a tired mind lulls himself to sleep amongst the music.
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Heavy is my heart.
Frankly life isn't what it used to be.
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I dream of escaping into the woods,
Far from the grasp of a society choked by an ever growing tide of filth
In the earth, dreams tend to float easier into the heavens, and thoughts aren't so grounded.
In the earth, breathe is sweeter and the crispness of the air lights afire tattered lungs.
In the earth, warmth leaves the body quickly,
Reviving nerves previously forced to sleep.
Pages fold and tears burn.
Feet tire and hearts stop.
But I want mine to stop in the earth.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Unfortunate Truth of Reality no.9
Giver of my name, don't be disappointed.
Please hearken to the depths of your heart to outstretch the palm of forgiveness.
Apologies to the shell of a forefather, wrack with the weight of age
I fear I'm not all you thought I was
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Blood pulses through the same veins that bleed envy for the life unblemished
The same veins weave themselves into the brush that paints the daunting tail of existence
Tell me, is this real?
I fear that day passes without adherence to law,
And night falls with anguish.
Life isn't what it used to be.
Far beyond tomorrow lies a ramshackle heart beaten upon the walls
And there one hopes the mind hasn't reached the same fate
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"If the world had a million of you, it would be a better place"
Please hearken to the depths of your heart to outstretch the palm of forgiveness.
Apologies to the shell of a forefather, wrack with the weight of age
I fear I'm not all you thought I was
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Blood pulses through the same veins that bleed envy for the life unblemished
The same veins weave themselves into the brush that paints the daunting tail of existence
Tell me, is this real?
I fear that day passes without adherence to law,
And night falls with anguish.
Life isn't what it used to be.
Far beyond tomorrow lies a ramshackle heart beaten upon the walls
And there one hopes the mind hasn't reached the same fate
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"If the world had a million of you, it would be a better place"
Take me away into the night.
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