Mental chaos; surreal, seeming unreal; absurd and quite disturbed. Masking ourselves with joy, with laughter, with cheer; amusing ourselves with the superiority of a wretched sneer. Loving ourselves for the mold that society creates; isolating ourselves from the propensities people hate. Shedding our tears in silence and in hiding; conveying laughter though emotions are colliding. Enjoying the passions our environment dominates; proving the character that society tolerates. This mask is a creation of unknown denial, compelling us to resist the pleasures of innate survival… All while the warm heart beating against a mind of wretched thoughts; pounding to the words that tightly knot; choking to the fears of what the imagination has brought; screaming to the tension of the mind's force; bleeding from the pain it refuses to divorce. The warm heart crying out verses of craving passion; the mind retaliating in codes of stern fashion. Conflict building between two foes, a cancerous imbalance begins to grow; an insidious result begins to show, imminent decease being the only path for these two helpless souls.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment