cottoncandygoth
Joined: 20 Mar 2007
Posts: 31
Location: Arizona
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Closet
Closet
1/30/2007b
Love runs swiftly through a deepened coma
as hatred walks about like a proud gadfly
Darkened loneliness harps on the suicidal to end it all
A fight is caused in the trench of anger as hope tries to break free
and Love is once again at odds with itself as it fights against the massacre of the modern world
A pithy moment for all to see
as cancer continually breaks out of it's prison
with pestilence, filth and other assorted nasties
Doomsday comes with smog and pollution and the strong foreboding smell of gasoline
as more life is squeezed out of the already dying mother earth
Love is sublimated by rancor and jealousy and the inconsequentialities of physical appearance
as the size 16 bawls her eyes out in a corner
for her lost love
A word is taken on that means joy
and then it is again addended as an insult
And people are told it is wrong for them to love
and for them to have the same rights as other people in love
as the young girl that just found love
bawls her eyes out in her closet
Death becomes another word for emotional erasure
and people leave true love for what others might think
And I bawl my eyes out in my closet
Love has been traded for mistrust, jealousy, and one night leave me behinds.
Even as I come out of my closet
I continue to cry
Not just for me
but for the world
the world that says people cannot love
and that people can't be happy
I cry in my closet.
I cry for me
I cry for the hope that I will be happy
I cry for love and peace, and sanctity
A young girl cries in her closet
because she was told she was sick in the head
Even as her relationship is torn to dust
her own love
and her open heart
is called a mental disease
A young girl cries in her closet
because she wants to be happy
I cry in my closet
because we all need to be loved. _________________ Miss Betty Willow
Life Burns. Love Bites. Jaws Break. And I am freewheel burning.
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