nobodysaidlifewasfair

My Life Is FIlled With Quiet Nights In
2005-03-21 15:27:11 (UTC)

Classically Undark

Halt your hazy grace for once
And check for a tear in your character
You didn't stop me from walking the long way home
You didn't point me in the right direction
You didn't tell me when to cut corners
You just sat there smiling that Buddhist smile
And watched me cut my way through the brambles
Laughing at my obscured view of the road

What is it about you that makes me want to wrap a tape
measure
Around your pretty little head?
Sarcastic little madam, stroppy little thing
My internal dialogue, my external nature
To sit and watch and be open
And to laugh when you ask me to

It's dark and it's scary and there's no comforting smoke in
my eyes
No delusions to make it rational
And there's an eye staring at me from within the clock
Staring at the tattoo upon my forehead
"Classically undark"
Deflect attention to you
Radiance with no name
You poor, poor lost little lamb
How easy was it?




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