Untitled Teen Angst

Mar 10, 2008 - 13:23 PM PST

Walking death
Stagnation
Destitute promontory
These halls hold malice in the heart
Of those they contain

You look like you're crying, beautiful angel
Why do you shelter yourself
Stifle yourself, my boy?
Look into my soul
See the knives thrust in?
Are you afraid of the darkness inside me?
See the candle flicker, ever deeper
Grasp at my petulant lost self

Do you fancy yourself superior?
Let me out!
Let me in!
I think you...I think...I
Your eyes are drowning in saline
Plunge me into the depths of your despair
Your black, oceanic abyss
Full of mysterious monsters
and the gaping maw of what remains

We used to have special moments, my dears
You no longer know my soul
Though you say you understand
Are you caught in your own blinding ignorance?
You flail in that net

You are failing miserably with your nonchalant eyes
Wagging back and forth in that seductively barren way
I'm incapable of understanding why
We've grown such an immense distance from one another
Now we're just a "clique", no longer a force to be reckoned with
With overlapping conversations fighting entirely too hard
For personal recognition
I am distantly near to all of you