Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Midas


I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.

Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.

Tool - Sober


Cursed is my touch, the very air around me
I am Midas, but with ash for gold
Smother in my embrace, burn in my passion

I adore, I envelop, I devour.. I lose

All that I touch, deeper than I should
Turn to ashes that crumble in my arms

And scatter over my leaden soul

12 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous says...

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12:39 AM  
Anonymous ~WaterBody~ says...

You can't find the center in the ocean, let alone grasp it. Just relax and fall into me.

9:22 PM  
Anonymous anonymity says...

All I seek is the calm of the ocean to subdue the the dragons of fire that rage around me.

12:36 AM  
Blogger IdeaSmith says...

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2:06 PM  
Anonymous ~waterbody~ says...

It could still be different. Won't you reconsider?

2:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymity says...

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.

Not a day has passed
Without that aching twinge

The words above are stolen; Yes
But they say some of what I don’t myself

Those firmly planted feet you spoke of
Cause the undoing of all I have loved

How could you not give up on this fool
Your twinkle is to be back with your smile

12:18 AM  
Anonymous ~waterbody~ says...

Adore me, envelop me, devour me...I promise, you won't lose me.

How can sensibility recognize its alter ego and turn on itself?

Without you, I'm formless, shapeless...meaningless.

10:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymity says...

You chip away at my parched being, an empty ewer with nothing to give form to. I watch, a silent spectator.. enthralled by every little thing - like the first time I was taken in with every little nuance.

11:38 PM  
Blogger Arundhati says...

Why so much doubt? Why so much pain?

5:59 PM  
Anonymous anonymity says...

When the only outlet for a brimming dam is a half-open sluice.. The dam may look full and content, but what gushes out from that sole outlet has all the passion, frenzy, rage and pain at once. This is the sluice to my life.

11:54 AM  
Blogger Arundhati says...

No updates?

11:08 AM  
Anonymous Valhalla says...

You're right Arundhati.. it is time for an update.. maybe even one not as dark and morbid as most of my posts :).
Soon.. I hope..

10:26 AM  

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