Sunday, July 19, 2009

Separated

As like dancing on the thorns of the rose
Life's breaths unwinds us all
The beams of sunny anger finds us
Makes us feel so small
Thoughts nor feelings are kept safe
Alone, would you deal?
Regarding, dancing deep in one's eye
Can you tell me what they feel?

My mind is bursting out in panic
Paranoia and fear makes me blind
Buried deep inside my head
Your attempts to reach me were declined
Fingers longing for my thoughts
Nails seeking along my forehead
My dialogue kept with myself
I, who don't, but want to see me dead

Another smile is crawling on the thorns
Mist and sunbeams covering
The truth of a smile's despair
The one you're not discovering