Pretending To Know, by Jezebel Subscribe to rss feed for Jezebel

What is beauty?
Is it when we lust?
When we learn the
subtle meaning of love?

Who knows anymore, the
difference between the
dark deeds of lust and
the powerful soulmates?

I'll never find my way out
of these confusing woods.
Of this thoughtlessly planned
maze. No way out.

No escape from my feelings,
no escape from the blanket.
Is this what death feels like?
Running, but you can't breathe?

I'm suffocating in my own world.
Drowning in the earth.
Burning in the ice. Killing
myself slowly with this hatred.

My heart beats towards its suicide,
my lungs creep to their death.
My brain lunges ahead to its utter
annhilation. But do I stop?

There is no rest for the weary
traveler such as I. There is no
sleep for the dreamer that hates
waking up to the sun and moon.

I am human. My instinct is proven
to make me adapt to my pain. Make my
heart ignore the tears and breaks.
Keep going for the survival of all.

How futile this life is!
How depressing my life is.
How happy are you?
Is your soul beautiful?

Can you love yourself? Can you
forgive the stranger in your
skin? Can you look in the mirror
and smile at your heart?

I can hate myself. I can love
the stranger for being cruel.
I can look in the mirror and
grimace at the darkness.

I can paint a mask on me, gentle
soft weak me. I can wear a sword
on my belt and a shield on my arm.
I can pretend to be a warrior.

I can pretend to know beauty.
I can pretend to know love.
I can pretend to understand the deeds
done by lust. But do I?

Do you?
Posted: 2012-06-14 20:28:56 UTC

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