Grutzez
Mar 9th, 2010, 12:20 PM
I can’t write, my words, my world is dying in my hands
The muse is no where to be seen, she has forsaken me
For a sure thing, a sweet dream, and I am left in disbelief
Do you know the murder of never seeing relief?
All this pain, anger and shame at not being able to form a coherent sentence.
Do you have any idea what you took from me?!
All the years spent lost, crawling towards something solid
I got a grip on it, you extended a hand and I began to come together
But you didn’t like the shape I took, couldn’t fit your head in my crooked nook
So you broke my fingers before letting go, watching me drop back down the hill
The one I spent so long scaling, knees bleeding, eyes never closing, looking for the end
I thought you promised sanctuary, I know now you meant just another society
One my efforts did not impress, all you ever second guessed, and I, I always tried my best.
So tell me again how I fail you, how ashamed you are to know me
Mock me with the mold I do not fit, the perfect poet.
The muse is no where to be seen, she has forsaken me
For a sure thing, a sweet dream, and I am left in disbelief
Do you know the murder of never seeing relief?
All this pain, anger and shame at not being able to form a coherent sentence.
Do you have any idea what you took from me?!
All the years spent lost, crawling towards something solid
I got a grip on it, you extended a hand and I began to come together
But you didn’t like the shape I took, couldn’t fit your head in my crooked nook
So you broke my fingers before letting go, watching me drop back down the hill
The one I spent so long scaling, knees bleeding, eyes never closing, looking for the end
I thought you promised sanctuary, I know now you meant just another society
One my efforts did not impress, all you ever second guessed, and I, I always tried my best.
So tell me again how I fail you, how ashamed you are to know me
Mock me with the mold I do not fit, the perfect poet.