Journal: Crashing Opera
-------------------------------------------Mood: Violent.
Have I not done enough for respect?
Or am I inspiration for hatred?
Here I hold the glass so you can reflect,
Upon the emotions not catered.
A handful of "Lies" that you inspect
With eyes that have seen the truth and suffered.
To gain trust and only regret.
But you've exclaimed your "Truth" to all who don't care.
And the mask you wear breaks under pressure,
Bearing down on the hatred you wear.
The Legend you create opens a fissure,
And you fall in showing your own despair.
Descended forth to an end so fitting,
With a bleeding heart that is ripping.
...Created 2009-11-16 16:35:20 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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