Lies Within You

RSS

By Loneliness is condescending •

Digging moats for personal islands of mass illusions Separation anxiety masked with cold-hearted desirers Placid views screaming souls Yearning a touch to afraid to see it through forced to exist to close for any growth to far for any pleasure Nearsighted hearts mixed with fearful breaking of our farsighted minds Dawn become the dusk We races from here to there with our skeletons locked away with open doors

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

March 29, 2006 18:38lost the lonely dead

*laughs* sorry i had to...but its true in many ways *thumb up*