Submissions by IsabelTheWordLover

We talk about movies, series, books.
We talk about the universe,
we talk about the stars.
We talk about religion,
and society, sexuality, rules and gender.
We talk about the devil.
We talk about people:
you, me, us and them.
We talk about feelings
and the world we live in.
We talk about whatever we like,
because the human mind sees no limits
when it comes to thought and dialogue.

Speak.

The dark takes them so often
and so often they go away.
Is there not a way
to bring them back
or to make them stay?

If He is watching this happen
then why does He not act?
Is it impotence
or just cruelty?
Or is He the fruit of our insanity...

We must pick one of the three
for those are the only answers.
Which one do you choose to believe
with your tiny heart,
so transparent and naive?

His fingers are restless.
He speaks fast, the words flow
and they're like a river,
cold and swift and light.

He's the perfect villain,
his mind screams like a madman.
Beware, because his message is not clear
to those who aren't meant to understand.

He's full of shortcuts, illusions
and dead ends.
What you might think you see
doesn't actually exist.

So be anxious, troubled, fidgety!
Because his voice doesn't speak to you
what it speaks to me.

Wear the yellow dress
to hide the scars that adorn your skin.
Your rotting, perishing skin.
Your hopeless, truthful skin.
Your weakness and your shame.
Because reality isn't what you wish it was
and you feel the need to hide yourself.

Wear the yellow dress
so you can talk in that smart way of yours,
so you can fake to be someone else
who is much better (oh, so much better)
than the scars that adorn your skin.
And when you get tired,
change your dress.
Wear something smarter, prettier.
Doesn't it feel good?

Doesn't it...