Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Reality
12.09.04
She’s going insane
Slowly, painfully
Breathing in shallow air
She’s playing their game
But their game’s insane
And beneath the fragile darkness
There’s no love left here
She’s wishing for yesterday
But even her own mind won’t comply
She’s wishing for something
And she doesn’t know why
Maybe this is reality
And her world is nothing but dust
But from the dust the reality was created
And rain in the guise of tears
Is causing her to rust
But she’s going insane
She couldn’t tell you her name
All she can think is of the numbness which reigns
Words are meaningless
Empty, broken and bleeding
She is waiting
Hurting, needing
But you won’t remember her
You won’t search for her face
Because in the end
She didn’t have much to offer, anyway
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]