Monday, January 15, 2007

Point Me Home

Such a great weight I feel. Pressing, pressing down upon me.

Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong


The power of the mind, so zealous and persistent, easily forces me to an unrecognizable state. Upon identifying such notions, their expansion begins at a prominent rate, one which cannot be reversed.
With ease it seizes control of my entity, leaving little potential for anything to break through it's recently discovered dominance over me.

until i find a way... I'll get through each waking day, the only way i know how

To find oneself in the depths of the unknown, possessing only a false idea of security, devours my dreams. With little possibility for recovery, pain appears to be a constant in all.
Hand in hand comes pain and suffering, and with suffering, experience. But is character not built through such things?

How long 'til our dreams run dry

Life as I once knew it, will cease to exist. Each new breath, each new step, leads to a foreign land. What lies beyond my reach, far off, out of the sight of an average mortal? Unknown from not till then...


~the Devil in red returns for the heart he once had~

2 comments:

Astley said...

Wow...you have an amazing gift with words.

I wish I could write with such passion and description. I'm more of a straight to the point kind of girl:

"The dog ran through the dark and cold woods in order to save the little girl."

Yeah, that's about it.

amateur&prose said...

You have a talent Lauren...you have the ability to write what you feel...i wish i could be able to that with lyrics the way you do with poetry...you're amazing and God has given you a spectacular gift...I'm glad to see you've gotten over your writer's block