Look around you on the streets,
And at the people that you pass.
Stop looking for the places where your comfort zone meets.
Now hand me my quill, dear Lass-
Because this one deserves much more class.
Don't try to hide
Just because you don't feel bonafide,
In a place that you just can't coincide!
Enforcers lined like dolls,
Constantly, repetitiously, eagerly waiting.
Waiting for any of our falls.
Obsessively, oppressively instigating.
Manipulating,
Confiscating-
Debating whether today is a grand time to strand someone between the walls.
I refuse defeat
I refuse deceit
I refuse to delete
And make you feel obsolete.
I will not hurt
I will not harm
I will remain alert
And listen for any further alarm.
The shaking can't stop
The pain I've dealt with before and felt.
That sick self resemblance of a used mop-
But what happened CAN be helped.
I will not listen to the screams,
I will not attempt to slumber while fearing my own dreams.
I will not merely glisten while the world gleams.
I will follow my heart because I know you won't rip it at the seams.
I won't wait for a Knight to come.
Nor a Countess.
Because I do believe I've finally gone numb.
I truly, honestly, have never in my life wanted love less.
Needing that which I do not want,
And running from that which I would sprint toward-
But only if it doesn't require a bravery flaunt.
Because I can't think of a better award-
Than that of your number one thought haunt.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Wed Nov 13, 2013 @ 03:44am · 0 Comments |
