compassionate
Paragon Paradox
The shrill of your voice gets louder;
Your river’s a poison,
That I gladly swim in.
Caught in a maelstrom,
Ideal torn to pieces,
Only the heart can be followed,
The mind merely breeds panic and caution.
So let the drum beat louder,
Don’t falsify your conscience to suit another,
Journeys end and begin on the same note,
A person has to lead in a dance between two people;
I’ve forgotten my position,
So take my hand,
I can be the strength for both of us,
Just not always for myself.
Just not when I’m on my own
Left to my own devices,
I spontaneously combust.
pitiful
the need
to be ugly
to get
attention
to be pathetic
out of grief
for lives
destroyed
i've known
comatose
with more
intelligence
2:16 AM 7/6/2013 ©
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