dormant
Date: Nov 27th, 2005 8:43:42 pm - Subscribe
Mood: skeptical
Where are all the good men dead, in the heart or in the head?
I’ve got to rise to release these thoughts
The dream that’s not quite dead; just dormant inside my weary head
Eating away at the back of my mind
Feeding hungrily on my inhibitions
Taking away every ounce of the safety that lies within
Within the war that wages the lesser self.
Subconscious minds make fatigued decisions
Turning every breath into a burden we all have to bare
Assumptions made that some would rather not expose,
While lying deep within the shadows of remorse and repentance
A hope hung high on a swaying branch
A branch willing to snap at any given chance
Why don’t you be my branch?
~unspoken
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