| Saturday, February 12, 2011
what goes up must come down,
what is hidden will come out,
the buried will break the earth,
the sad to rule the world,
but the broken child will never heal.
spirit broken pretty facade
lies lies to soothe the raging
rants to ease the mind
you do not see the arrangement but the puppet always does for who best to understand than the very one that goes through it
sense sense never making sense but through the disconnected untidiness there is an order
order order i see do you see the dark clouds that cover the sun but what of that i do not care for rain is welcome and sunshine hated in more ways then one
the roiling waves soon overturn the ship and everyone goes down but since what goes up must come down what goes down will also come up so they all surface again,
rejoicing at their close shave with death but never realizing that that little child has sunk to the bottom of the ocean,
pinned there by force and encased in the unbreakable prison till help comes. or she might die before it comes. you can never tell.
too much?
the purple piggy oinked 5:02 AM
