Sunday, March 13, 2005

 

3.13.05

In case you intrude upon my parade,
And glance at the smile upon my face.
Take note of the heavily veiled charade.
Cov'ring empty lands robbed of all their fates.

I can't distinguish from my own shed tears
Or the sound emitted from my laughter.
I have repressed all my inherent fears,
False fronts of a lover, not a fighter.

The best actors function not in movies.
They slump everyday without paychecks.
Walking open-wounds, forever bleeding.
Tactile spectres, reminiscing at best.

But in this world where walking zombies thrive.
I live once again, revived in your eyes.

Docking out...
-Ryan : Are Why In End? Em, Oh, Is He.

Ryan posted this at 10:57 PM.