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How?
Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
What lies before you?
Or what they wanted you to be?
Scars of the past,
Have not yet faded away,
Retraced by trembling fingers,
The memories are still here to stay.
Sealed in a box,
Locked deep beneath the surface,
The whispers of a prayer,
To finally find a purpose.
Tell me how to breathe,
Once the air is poisoned,
Tell me how to dream,
When everything is dashed and broken.
With bloodied nails that stain the walls,
They grasp for the slightest hope,
Ten thousand leagues into darkness,
How is one to cope?...
What do you see?
What lies before you?
Or what they wanted you to be?
Scars of the past,
Have not yet faded away,
Retraced by trembling fingers,
The memories are still here to stay.
Sealed in a box,
Locked deep beneath the surface,
The whispers of a prayer,
To finally find a purpose.
Tell me how to breathe,
Once the air is poisoned,
Tell me how to dream,
When everything is dashed and broken.
With bloodied nails that stain the walls,
They grasp for the slightest hope,
Ten thousand leagues into darkness,
How is one to cope?...
Published 5th Mar 2013
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12th Mar 2013 4:00pm
ditto...jus kiddin...men deal with their problems by putting them in boxes and forgetting about them. Or choosing not to remember.
Women...I thought...file them under W for worries and let them wear themselves out, so this is a revelation.
Clever analogy of an improperly sealed whited sepulchre of the mind.
Women...I thought...file them under W for worries and let them wear themselves out, so this is a revelation.
Clever analogy of an improperly sealed whited sepulchre of the mind.
