testicle3455
05-02-2012, 01:14 PM
Sometimes the vicious bright light,
In which wakes the day
Is silent in the morning,
by the frozen glow of cold eyes
I see no passion
There is no desire
I cannot explain
The meanings are beyond
the comprehension,
Cannot understand if this
merely a dream
Or something which forms itself
by its own will
I cannot speak of things
which mystify me
as you do
my soul rests on
some meaningless
thought
Words which cannot be followed
because the lack the vision
The light is waning
there is the only the midnight
Or is it some unknown time
Have I found my true purpose,
Or is it still wanting.
Life becomes a mere blur,
As moments pass.
There is some unspeakable,
silence which wears nothing new
There is no method
to contemplate which is perfectly unreal
or is it merely an illusion of being so?
There can be no answers
So thoughtless am I,
To think that they do exist.
I wish for some truth in what I seek,
but there is which can prove it is so.
Or my mind is playing tricks
with me,
For perhaps I have not yet
found my true purpose,
Is it to be in this conflict,
Or do I escape into the void
To be forgotten,
So weak and broken am I
that I have not learnt my lesson,
There is really nothing to be learnt.
Only silence is my companion and
Lonliness my destiny,
What is can become of such things,
Which are beyond true sense,
In my lonliness all that I do
grieve my misfortune,
I would hear the taunters that I am doing
nothing but wallowing in self pity.
In which wakes the day
Is silent in the morning,
by the frozen glow of cold eyes
I see no passion
There is no desire
I cannot explain
The meanings are beyond
the comprehension,
Cannot understand if this
merely a dream
Or something which forms itself
by its own will
I cannot speak of things
which mystify me
as you do
my soul rests on
some meaningless
thought
Words which cannot be followed
because the lack the vision
The light is waning
there is the only the midnight
Or is it some unknown time
Have I found my true purpose,
Or is it still wanting.
Life becomes a mere blur,
As moments pass.
There is some unspeakable,
silence which wears nothing new
There is no method
to contemplate which is perfectly unreal
or is it merely an illusion of being so?
There can be no answers
So thoughtless am I,
To think that they do exist.
I wish for some truth in what I seek,
but there is which can prove it is so.
Or my mind is playing tricks
with me,
For perhaps I have not yet
found my true purpose,
Is it to be in this conflict,
Or do I escape into the void
To be forgotten,
So weak and broken am I
that I have not learnt my lesson,
There is really nothing to be learnt.
Only silence is my companion and
Lonliness my destiny,
What is can become of such things,
Which are beyond true sense,
In my lonliness all that I do
grieve my misfortune,
I would hear the taunters that I am doing
nothing but wallowing in self pity.