Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Weariness
Life is a burden, it is an unwanted gift.
It chooses to awaken you, without giving you a reason.
Like a marionette, you obey the master puppeteers.
You have to live because life demands it of you.
Life is a burden, like a thousand thoughts unwritten.
It hangs upon your shoulders and demands full attention.
A bell that rings of constant annoyance.
To remind you that you cannot lose it...
Without losing yourself.
The heaviness of the heart.
The pinpricks of conscience.
The plastic masquerades.
The bundle of rules.
The infinite wait.
Strength seeps from ridges of the crack heart.
Where weariness leak through the gaps.
Faith dash to pieces upon sanity.
Innocence sunk to the deepest death.
Believe blown away by doubt.
Life is a burden, born to be bore by an unwilling soul...
It chooses to awaken you, without giving you a reason.
Like a marionette, you obey the master puppeteers.
You have to live because life demands it of you.
Life is a burden, like a thousand thoughts unwritten.
It hangs upon your shoulders and demands full attention.
A bell that rings of constant annoyance.
To remind you that you cannot lose it...
Without losing yourself.
The heaviness of the heart.
The pinpricks of conscience.
The plastic masquerades.
The bundle of rules.
The infinite wait.
Strength seeps from ridges of the crack heart.
Where weariness leak through the gaps.
Faith dash to pieces upon sanity.
Innocence sunk to the deepest death.
Believe blown away by doubt.
Life is a burden, born to be bore by an unwilling soul...
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