Take a look at me,
Who is it you see?
You see all sorts of personality,
You’ll know me only to a small degree,

I didn’t remove my heart,
And hide it somewhere smart,
I just petrified its every part,
The stone heart, a work of art,

Left, Right?
My future, out of sight,
Indecipherable even with herculean might,
Kneel down surrender without a fight?

Up, Down?
Played a fool by life’s clown,
Whirled and spun round and round,
In perplexity I am eternal bound,

Black and white, shades of grey,
What is color but a fanciful display?
Life in disarray,
We all decay.

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Author's Note: omg! 12.06! i'm six minutes late! sorry sorry. my humble apologies. i am feeling somewhat unstable right now, which hopefully would explain the seemingly random choice of words. however, try digging a little deeper, it's not really random. though somewhat cryptic at certain points. trying not to be cryptic i'm hoping it's working.

p.s. my FoxyTunes "Now Playing" function isn't working well with iTunes. no more "Now Playing" signatures... sobs.

Labels: Seasons of September

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.