I know a place...
where unfufilled expectations,
self inflicted or otherwise,
eat away at the vitality of the soul.
and where each fufilled expectation
serves only to obscure my identity.
I know a place...
where for survival pure hate
questions the extistence of true love.
Its a place where problems dont exist
until they become issues, and
where "the road less traveled" converges
with the one well traveled.
I know a place...
where only the weakest emotions survive, and
where laughter is only used to distinguish pain.
Its a place where the happy people cry on the inside
and the unhappy people cry on the out.
Where despair is more desirable than hope, and
selfishness is a safety precaution.
I know a place...
where those who "feel" you bleed to death
and the ones who think they understand
know nothing at all.
Its a place where "inkonspikuous-ness" is desirable
and far away is never far enough.
Its a place where the majority are submitted
to an emotiional homicide, to create a monotony;
a sameness, where only the apathetic survive,
and suicide is an act of bravery.
Its a place where the agreeable are punks, the fittest are things, and the realist are patients.
Where the pen and paper bleed while the words cry.
Where I dont write for the love of the art,
but for my sanity. |
Submission Name: I Know A Place
