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Droning Waters

Contributed by theloadeddragon on Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 05:55:36 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

Droning waters
My heart bleeds and I wonder if there is a better way to express myself than through pathetic words in some random rendition of metaphoric dabble. If anything there should be something better than to babble on about things that are gone, things that are done and worthless but to learn to care for them is life. And you as you listen condescend and judge me, put me somewhere else and place yourself above me.
While I walk I float on heavenly sorrow, and while I talk of the nothing that I know, life goes on, we breathe all the more, and what do we live for? What do you live for? Everywhere I go there is no way to escape, everything I do the truth seeps, and all that I know is how I am desperate. I want to get out and go away. I want to see anything but my reflection, and the pain in my soul from all of the deception that I have found in you.
Drinking brandy, in shots. Molding mud in our hands, Acting like everything is dandy, and watching tv to waste our lives and watching our lives be deprived of justice and acceptance understanding and love. Well what do we do when we’ve had enough? I’ll tell you it’ll kill you to love things so much, and when it comes down to it, no ones gotten around to it, so its not worth the thought.
Sandy beaches are washed away every day by the salty tide. Receding and increasing the wealth of the sea. One day I wish that it would take me. Some day I hope that I will go under, so that I’m powerless and not left to wonder about all of you people who I have come to contact, swept away without the will to react, to my own selfish desires and my hate of this truth, that if only one thing I knew is that what would come would leave me in ruin. The powerful powerlessness of being human.
I want to decide how the world twists on axis, and I want to make time my slave. So when I can get home I know I’ll get laid. And when we are done she will be gone so I can just sit and drink some wine. So I can get swept away on this everyday in my mind.
theloadeddragon

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Re: Droning Waters (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Monday, 2nd May 2005 @ 03:44:38 PM AEST
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i'm usually not one for psychobabble, but that was totally wicked!! brilliant writing.
~Remy~

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