Devastation of a Detour Destiny, the best of me, the goal and hole at the finish line The end is all I see, route unchanged and soul estranged, death’s peak captioned “I’m fine” My eyes too heavy to hold up my wake and lids far too shallow The wolf of my Banshee has retired, dying in the last howl Road clear, bright lights reveal my prize, borrow your gas to speed to the win Yet in my inscriptions, another face bleeds out of this pen The words seem backwards, hard to decipher why they are here I thought this battle was almost finished, I was falling into first gear I am the ultimate guard, before the traffic sign pointed me about and around White noise, purple for you, a color of your kind, since your fiery eyes are too blind to hear my soul’s silent sounds Look with your soul, where my heart lies, whether delight or demise, in flight or disguised, my one and only love, catch, drive, is you Plain as white on rice and cents on toys, since sense and poise tipped and ripped a scar too far to subdue Lack of judgment on a choice and a voice that may tear tears and unspoken fears from my love, I shall portray joy and pursue her smile For disease of decease is increased, every time our hands miss the snatch, my soul for the scratch, heart without catch, and laughing with my best friend all the while
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 05:50:15 +0000
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