Dmac
10-06-06, 05:36 PM
Clouds been grey, and the smell of rain covers the air,
as a threat of eminent bad times to come,
as the mind trys to discover the lie in the signs of 1's turn in luck.
Thoughts are lined
and feelings are in a frying pan
just steaming over with anxiety, guilt and misery,
judgement clouded choices are made that f*** up the already f***ed up situation,
as the concious tries in its, unplanned, way of solving the problem further complex's it
and with every twist and turn, in its passageways of chaos and its lybrinthine of mistakes and problems.
And so in the end stuck in a corner the body and mind must finally face the truth it was running from,
and with thirsty, dirty and cracked lips, confess what whih caused the mental and physical mayhem,
and finally be lifted of the dead weight which was the body of guilt and confusion,
and finally be able to close the red shot eyes that were denied sleep, by the demon of torment which lusted for the revelation of the thing the mind refused to admit,
say and let to light, and with that confession all calmed.
All seemed right, and the soul felt untainted for the 1st time since knowledge of the crime was had,
and in that time between the gasps of shock, the looks of disgust and the later emergence of the official or moral law that would come to put the physical or mental or both under lock and key,
till the public decided it was safe to release the soul among them, the spirit felt warm, ecstatic, full of life, and knew its forgiveness had been granted by whatever power controlled such affairs and situations
as a threat of eminent bad times to come,
as the mind trys to discover the lie in the signs of 1's turn in luck.
Thoughts are lined
and feelings are in a frying pan
just steaming over with anxiety, guilt and misery,
judgement clouded choices are made that f*** up the already f***ed up situation,
as the concious tries in its, unplanned, way of solving the problem further complex's it
and with every twist and turn, in its passageways of chaos and its lybrinthine of mistakes and problems.
And so in the end stuck in a corner the body and mind must finally face the truth it was running from,
and with thirsty, dirty and cracked lips, confess what whih caused the mental and physical mayhem,
and finally be lifted of the dead weight which was the body of guilt and confusion,
and finally be able to close the red shot eyes that were denied sleep, by the demon of torment which lusted for the revelation of the thing the mind refused to admit,
say and let to light, and with that confession all calmed.
All seemed right, and the soul felt untainted for the 1st time since knowledge of the crime was had,
and in that time between the gasps of shock, the looks of disgust and the later emergence of the official or moral law that would come to put the physical or mental or both under lock and key,
till the public decided it was safe to release the soul among them, the spirit felt warm, ecstatic, full of life, and knew its forgiveness had been granted by whatever power controlled such affairs and situations