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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Playing pretend

it has been a damn long time till i felt so empty again. i thought i was getting use to life, but everything just have to fall right down sooner than the taste of accomplishment could be felt. it's a horrible gut feeling, vibrating tears to fall but eyes that are too dry do not conform.

Pretentious
i always thought we were mature enough
to know that playing pretend makes things worse as it is.
it is no tea party, nor happy family-
a dad, a mom and 2 kids.

take off the embelishments from the knife.
as pure as it is, hunt.
dont lurk in the shadows, as if i was blind.
come on. just stab me in the front.

i have no idea, so enlighten me.
does gossipping satisfy you?
does it fulfil your sadistic inside,
till you forgot that i could also feel?

i am humane, flesh, blood and all,
emotions are part of me.
so just stand up and confront if you must,
dont act like i cant see.

dont throw me up to the peak of my world,
only to realise that you wont be there.
when i fall, there are no hands that would catch.
oh, so this is your plan.

to destroy my heart, crush, obliterate,
till there's nothing left.
no warning signs, no turning signals,
you do know stealing my life is theft.

i really dont get it, you left me alone,
curious, shocked, in pain.
and now im forced to pretend,
you're driving me insane!

that disgusted smile i stick on my face,
everytime i look at you.
elated! happy! life's marvellous!
while in side im singing the blues.

what can i do now? i feel so trapped.
why cant you just talk to me.
it's not like its so hard and impossible to do,
this simple act will set me free.

unbind me, cut my ropes.
there shall be no strings attached.
for i am so sick of this selfish life,
a new agnes shall soon hatch.