2003-04-01 - 12:07 p.m.
He Still Insists He Sees The Ghosts
Stretched and strained of simple mind
too fah-ahr gone to process
I feel your consolation
through the sting of talking's carress
If this latest assault is not
enough to make your head sway
then know fate's stammer forms a sign:
There's nothing left to s-s-say The seal l-l-lies broken
The fuse blown past forgotten
Remaining thoughts of purity
count days until they're rotten
I bla-hame what cccccannot
be proven or discounted
Evi-vidence still looms inside
the darkness that has mounted I pound my fists again
towards the one that will not hear
I shout a p-plea again
And yet I cannot say it
I pound my fists again
until my-yigh hand s-starts bleeding
I stand and walk again
yet never feel I'm fleeing There's no comfort in chaos
but reason leads to madness
I know the answer calls m-me
but no voice breaches sadness
Christened at the bottom
to re-each heights unknowing
offers little hope when I
know not which w-w-way I'm going You cannot u-hunderstand
how m-much I wish to break
I'm allergic to your sympathy
and sneeze so hard my shoulders ache
The s-se-eal lies broken
The fuse now blown in two
My mind leaks its cont-tents slowly
quite afraid of what they'll do I pound my fists again
towards the one that will not hear
I s-sh-shout a plea again
And yet I cannot say it
I pound my fists again
until my ha-and starts b-bleeding
I stand and walk again
yet never feel I'm fleeing
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