27/7/2006 - deafening silence

the songs have stopped,

the tunes dont linger,

whats now deserved,

by action stranger.

its only fair,

that time will tell,

for truths dont lie,

keep in not well.

whats done is right,

yet felt so wrong,

should let it pass,

like the wind on song.

i braced myself,

for straighforward conclusions,

and yet the damage,

hast no reduction.

familiar is this where one is,

yet knows not how to go,

the cruel irony twisted in fate,

wounds are bleeding tears will flow.

thy wounds exposed the vultures follow,

thee eyes fall soft the veins turn cold,

thy blood now crimson flowing yellow,

thee fate thy no one will fortold.

whats done is done but wrong and right,

but whats in mind dims all the light,

hasten not in bliss but slowed in pain,

losing interest to keep maintained.

its not common for diplomatic flexibility,

but hoping for all to best abilities,

for whats before looks better than whats next,

turn back time and start again.

yonder all hope to start again,

like friends have said i hope maintain,

but friends we were,

hope we are friends again.

its time to move on time again,

another sad chapter written disdain,

things else now fades like time fades past,

whats past i hope will still have last.

for friendship means alot to me,

more than letting feelings run free,

it'll be weirdly tentative i know,

but the soul holds back.

no funny business guaranteed,

a promise i keep indeed,

hopefully not in vain for thy seed is thrown,

but now its pray and hope no storms blown.

left me speechless with nothing to say,

left be to think and grimace in pain all day,

the gift of charisma hasten forsaken me,

now all the bliss has now run free.

a new day,

a familiar beginning,

another to bite thy mind,

every sinew,

every corner,

yet again nothing else seems worth it now,

down,

down,

down.

ultimate solace is the goal.

familar chills run,

ive left a big big hole,

people are right,

sometimes life is not worth living,

but who are u worth anyway,

just be a bloody robot.

argh. internal insanity. i really hate it. i really do. it spells DISASTER to a large extend on a small scale.

tactless,moodless, peevedness.

respite has hit again.