A million things at once, yet all related...
ColumbusDecanter
Posts: 40
Million dollar baseball cards.
Waste it all before it starts.
Pain and rushing shopping carts.
The pain that leaves your glass in shards.
And one day we'll all be relieved that we believed.
Envy in your extra sleeves.
Envy of your nightless dreams.
Envy in the way you seethe.
Dont seethe at me.
Catapults like rising hopes.
These hopes that soar before they slope.
Naive- the neck tied tight round rope.
Ironic fears to cope and hopes to choke.
But still, perhaps, there's no relief.
Much too afraid to not believe.
To pay the price, a life so cheap.
To drown in waves of waves and waves of seas.
A million dollar trade for lies.
To keep them silent, atleast to try.
The mental chains of family ties.
Maximum security and an electric suprise.
Escape.
To leave this place, God knows I've tried.
Their thick deception I despise.
Somehow ascend beyond these lies.
Above these pits of doom to rise.
Crying out in infinite doubt.
Ink tattooed that's running out.
Your eyes are carved for looking down.
I'm crying out, but not out loud.
Waste it all before it starts.
Pain and rushing shopping carts.
The pain that leaves your glass in shards.
And one day we'll all be relieved that we believed.
Envy in your extra sleeves.
Envy of your nightless dreams.
Envy in the way you seethe.
Dont seethe at me.
Catapults like rising hopes.
These hopes that soar before they slope.
Naive- the neck tied tight round rope.
Ironic fears to cope and hopes to choke.
But still, perhaps, there's no relief.
Much too afraid to not believe.
To pay the price, a life so cheap.
To drown in waves of waves and waves of seas.
A million dollar trade for lies.
To keep them silent, atleast to try.
The mental chains of family ties.
Maximum security and an electric suprise.
Escape.
To leave this place, God knows I've tried.
Their thick deception I despise.
Somehow ascend beyond these lies.
Above these pits of doom to rise.
Crying out in infinite doubt.
Ink tattooed that's running out.
Your eyes are carved for looking down.
I'm crying out, but not out loud.
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
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