HAUNTED
A trap door in the labyrinth of my mind
Opens up to let the ghosts inside.
All I ever learned and rethought
Is simmering there in a great black pot,
And it's boiling over, hot as hell;
Guess it's time to cast the spell,
Removing myself from this reality
That constantly lashes out at me.
It seems I'm always down below-
When you look at me, do you get vertigo?
Because you're up there so high and proud;
Hope you can see through the clouds
Of suspicion and discontent
That loom over me so imminent,
Like the doom that you put me into...
Wish I were a bit more like you,
But I'm not, and I just can't get past
The way the hands of fate are cast.
I'm bluer than blue here in the black,
Not looking forward but I can't jump back
To how things were before I met you;
I can't blame anyone but me, 'cause I let you
Grow so much stronger at the cost of my pride.
Now I lock the door with the ghosts inside.
2007-11-07
12:11:18
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