Masquerade
From this resurrected mountain I remain unbreakable callous words never
destroyed my perseverance restraint and disgrace took it's common place. I'll do
what it takes then close my eyes and if they all shall doubt me I'll pretend to
disappear, through all the screams and fury when this shames consumes me
just let the light run through me in indecision give me your vision. In this situation
I would rather control my hesitation desperation met with cold contradiction, I
considered my existence would spare me cruelty born out of priceless memory
or justified fear driven by unbridled violence. In awkward silence we abandon
purpose for malice creation the most compelling lesson's learned is torment of
innocence scorn. Perception intervenes when prophecy becomes obsolete with
in our dreams we masquerade in life's parade and contemplate this prolonged
charade. The repercussion of these decisions will leave is empty and well
beyond driven.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2007
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