I'm getting lost in my thoughts and vanity
and while everything is coming back to me
I can't sit still
I'm facing the expected deposition
and I'm sitting in the supposition
or uncertainty, if you will
I fell again, far from reckoned grace
laid suspended in danger's face
force-fed choruses and messages
and presumed impressions
lay me out on the ground outside
and ready the surgical gear to remove inside
the fragments
my body was shattered and infested
with the demons interested and stuck
in ligaments
and in the moment we're symbiotic
you've given me what I needed
my blood was pumped with this narcotic
that held all the words I heeded
I've gained the momentum to continue
on and to finally find refuge in
the unknown
and I'm vain and retrospective
and overconfident in my perspective
radiating glory
forgive me for the things that I've said
for reiterating and being misread
I don't have the time to dabble and pretend
I'm finally on my way, and this is the end
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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