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MaCRonI
09-22-07, 06:06 PM
my voice creeking rasps,horrors I left alone
shrieks from the past in a lower octave, rising
I crave to overlook, ignore, and condone
Screechs from the inside of my heart,rising
Pains I struggle hiding as my prying emotions
close my windpipe when a hiss a lie
blurr my vision as I try to deny
that I, oh miserable I, just can't
can't find.....find....
find content with simply living
breathing air without giving
gripping onto the cliff edge of existence
Holding on for my dear life
but sometimes lusting to loosen my grip
plummet to nothingness, because
that something which....
gives me fufillment and worth
is...nowhere to be found
not in relationships or jewelry stores
Not in cars or clothing I wore
It eludes everytime I search
through every crevice and cranny on this earth
Where can I find it?
Where can see it?
How can I be it?

MaCRonI
09-24-07, 05:01 PM
uppin!