Silvio, 14 november 2011
As Satan’s breath
leaves my mouth
A grin short lived
And then my heart
plummets south
I never lived
What am I?
Who am I?
What is this?
I can only scream
As I question my
reality
Or is this in fact a
dream
Did I ever possess
vitality?
Am I all that has ever
existed?
In such a trivial world
Wait my thoughts are
twisted
I remember this
happening a second ago....
Or was it just last
night
Thoughts like this only
leave me in woe
I can only scream
louder and louder
Until I tear the seam,
between reality and reality?
Wait I am not real am I
Wait yes I must be,
I then recall the
earlier day with a sigh
But then again, this
memory only seems like a dream
I never really played
on that team
This thought unsettles
me
I AM HUMAN
What else can I be?
I AM HUMAN
I yell, desperately,
But this is no good
Why did I ever get so
high?
I look down in horror
As I see images of past
Depicted on the floor
In the absence of
shadow
Or...in the light
So once again I
contemplate
Did it all really
happen?
Did I ever live amongst
men?
No it never happened I
finally conclude
This is the ending of
the interlude
I move back to the
scene
Bodies float by
They are so mean
They only tell me lies
False warning of
authority
In hopes of silencing
me
But little do they know
I am their creator
They are my people
And I am the user
Yet they seem to have
turned evil
I preach and I spread
the word
Surprisingly, to them,
This news they have
never heard
So instead I step up to
the higher level
Where the action seems
To attract those of
metal
And so I serenade
With my instrument of
air
While waving my
overgrown hair
I just blew their
minds, it seems
As they sit, bottles up
front
While drinking in teams
Then the fabrication
once again torments me
I wonder if I went to
sleep
Will I once again be
able to see?
But I choose not to
sleep
I then encounter the
large beast of darkness
He threatens my life
In anger of my
foolishness
I only weep in terror
Then with a smug grin
I run off like a sailor
Run to the nearest
table
And come across a man
Who comes from a land
of fable
Bears wine of the
reddest grape
Tells me the tale
Of the drunk and the
happy ape
I learn of how my
people no longer appreciate my stunts
They fear exposure and
attention
They just don't
understand....what psychological runts
Empty moments pass
Dazed and confused
Until alas
I find myself weary and
tired
Maybe I need to rest
Maybe its time I
retired
So I hop on my
transportation
Through the darkness I
ride
Supported my mans first
invention
Lost in my mind
Lost in the world
But my way; I still
manage to find
And on I ride
Helplessly lost
Nestled upon the black
tide...
Silvio, 14 november 2011
The place where the world disappears,
The place even death fears
As you step in the triangle of terror,
The sky melts as life claims it bearer
The grass grows down, the sun shines brown,
Smoke burns fire, as you wish you could see
higher
The water is dry, the sand is wet
The boat flies like a jet
And as the birds breathe empty skies
The wind blows with silent cries
You sit and wonder where you are
But the truth in reality is not very far
Stones skipped over stones
Bones broken on bones
The darkness of the light
It blinds your hands, its far too bright
Lost we all are
If only we saw a star
Silvio, 14 november 2011
in the
corner i sit
the room dimly lit
i sit and stall
counting the bricks on the wall
wondering how it was all made
wondering if it is just an illusion waiting to
fade
but i m wasting time
sitting and searching for the next best rhyme
i have many things to do
maybe a chore or two
but i do not wish to do anything
all i want to do is sit and sing
sing of the creation of the earth
discover what life is really worth
every morning and night
i sit in the corner snuggled and tight
and i always wonder
are we all the same, one another?
or are we a small part, in a big plan of divinity
and will we live for infinity
or is it all a scam
good or bad, should we even give a damn
but all i can do is wait and see
will my life be given back to me?
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