hcky0819
07/22/09, 07:55 PM
Of Anthony (http://thejanuaryindex.com)
I have a monster in my head, lurking behind every crook, sneaking around daily actions.
I have this monster and it engulfs me.
My breathing is cut short, my face turns blue, and I shake.
All this from an envious beast patrolling my every thought; my very being.
There are these instances when space becomes my reality, the past becomes my future, and my life becomes an abstract tool dangling from karma’s belt.
I shared thoughts with myself and relived certain times better left swept under life’s carpet.
Half-heatedly , I yearn to challenge the past with a sword in one hand and a daisy in the other.
When the storm bellows in, my comrade ties me to the docks; My last line of defense in regards to swaying off to sea.
To this I testify: I have found my finest friend,
For he is the one whom judges the least, provides neither famine nor feast, and it is he who has quelled the beast.
We struggle along, with our differences piercing the doubters.
To make sure that no matter who is among us, we shall never be the cowards.
And so I am here, with this one last fear:
Will he succumb to the pressure or choose to steer?
-Meeze (http://thejanuaryindex.com)
I have a monster in my head, lurking behind every crook, sneaking around daily actions.
I have this monster and it engulfs me.
My breathing is cut short, my face turns blue, and I shake.
All this from an envious beast patrolling my every thought; my very being.
There are these instances when space becomes my reality, the past becomes my future, and my life becomes an abstract tool dangling from karma’s belt.
I shared thoughts with myself and relived certain times better left swept under life’s carpet.
Half-heatedly , I yearn to challenge the past with a sword in one hand and a daisy in the other.
When the storm bellows in, my comrade ties me to the docks; My last line of defense in regards to swaying off to sea.
To this I testify: I have found my finest friend,
For he is the one whom judges the least, provides neither famine nor feast, and it is he who has quelled the beast.
We struggle along, with our differences piercing the doubters.
To make sure that no matter who is among us, we shall never be the cowards.
And so I am here, with this one last fear:
Will he succumb to the pressure or choose to steer?
-Meeze (http://thejanuaryindex.com)