False
What
have
I done
by
walking
into
the
den
of lions
blindfolded
their
ignorant
words
of hatred
now
sicken me
and
my
brow is furrowed
as
I
finally understand
the
game
of it all
and
I know
that I am partially
to blame
These
menacingly mean
thoughts
entered
into my mind
and
i feel sickened
with
my own
self anguish
I
know
the
fire
was
hot
before I got burned
and
I
struck
the
match
setting a fire
to
those
who stood in my way
and
I
am
ashamed
Why
do
we
willingly follow such idiotic ideals
And
I
confused
good lucks with good hearts
and
what I found were empty words
and
Nauseatingly sick grins
and
Their
beautiful faces in photographs
glow
red
from
their demonic smiles
I see the
false
promises
and
feel the cold of their souls
they care
for
noone
and
Now
from
their
grasp
I
have become free
and
although
i choked on
the remenants of my own hateful words
All is well
because from those hateful thoughts I have become free.
and
pure love
is a rarity
of real beauty
Copyright © Laura Hew | Year Posted 2006
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