2004-12-04 - (diluted, delusional)
I don't think this should be said
I don't think it should be read
Words which tend to segregate,
categorize, ruminate...
All around inside my head
Some things are best left unsaid
Words cannot capitulate
Thoughts and feelings which I hate...
When I die they'll all be gone
These passions that I now thrive on
Or will they cling to me like rot
Like some black forget-me-not?
Some thinly veiled seductive plot
Revealing that my dreams are shot
Every time I go that route
Oppositions scream and shout
How can I live, languishing
In the leisure of this thing
While others struggle, suffering...
What cursed lot, this song I sing.
How could beauty be so wrong?
How can I not sing this song?
Allow it to reiterate
This much too little much too late
Demagoguery boob bait
The thin line between love and hate
Becomes exposed, undressed by fate,
I warn you as at first I state
Don't read or listen or relate
Just mix it up and cavitate
Or find a way to liquidate
Narrow is the way to rate
These words and thoughts, they don't equate
to a taste that goes good straight
All around inside my head
Some things are best left unsaid
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