Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jun 4, 2005 14:47:25 GMT -5
This is a poem I wrote the other day. Its got quite a few meanings to it, but there is loads of room for interpretation. Please tell me what you think
thanks
Plastic World
It is mourning inside a painting; where the colors run like tears
The world is veiling emotion; blurred beyond its years.
Known for its blanked eyes; and grim whisper of decisions
How it taints their lips to be hollowed, and their minds with self derision
For just one whisper; Stole my soul
We will do anything that the voices say
Taking pride and we die for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and were plagued with infection
Stealing our innocent souls; becoming perfection.
By the way we are used, in loving abuse, by the gain,
From our pain which you had induced.
The echo loudly says “I have built you,
but I can knock you down.
Become empty and make me proud”<br>So we will do anything the voices say;
Taking pride and we die, for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and we are consumed,
By the way we are used, in loving abuse
Stealing my sanity; they forever say
“Deprive yourself, as I demand;
I have built you, but I can knock you down and
It just takes one swing; so you better step lightly
For your walking on such thin glass”<br>
Since the ones who could see –They’ve faded away,
Gone to a better place, but blinded here— we stay.
Our souls have been stolen, our hearts carried away
Our painted eyes are missing things
And all bodies stand like statues made of stone
We will do anything that the voices say
Taking pride and we die, for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and we are plagued with infection
By the way we are used, in loving abuse,
Stealing our innocent souls; becoming perfection.
The echo loudly says
“I have built you, but I can knock you down.
Become empty; make me proud”<br> “Deprive yourself, as I demand; I have built you, but I can knock you down”<br>It just takes one swing; And you better step lightly
For your walking on such thin glass
Be careful with everything you do—I will increase my pleasure
Thus increase your pain; I am always watching you.
Deprive yourself as I, order you to do;
My commands have made this perfect you.
I can push you; to be the person you want to be
But pushing you down to the ground;
brings much more pleasure to me”
I’m down once more—tonight once more
Lying in a puddle of guilt on the floor
Lust will creep through your veins—tonight once more
You’ll corrode the world--Tonight once more
And the voices rise, and they come my way—in self affliction and vanity they made
But the voices rise; so do our cries—increasing the lost look in our eyes
Now you are loved; through our pain; and though you brainwash us; you also keep us sane
We love your touch, We love your blade—We love the mark you make after our debase.
We worship you, our god — you’ve created this plastic world
We envy your tainted soul
Thank you for our emaciated hearts and for taking our control
You’ve made us see, so many things
The beauty that the pain can bring
thanks
Plastic World
It is mourning inside a painting; where the colors run like tears
The world is veiling emotion; blurred beyond its years.
Known for its blanked eyes; and grim whisper of decisions
How it taints their lips to be hollowed, and their minds with self derision
For just one whisper; Stole my soul
We will do anything that the voices say
Taking pride and we die for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and were plagued with infection
Stealing our innocent souls; becoming perfection.
By the way we are used, in loving abuse, by the gain,
From our pain which you had induced.
The echo loudly says “I have built you,
but I can knock you down.
Become empty and make me proud”<br>So we will do anything the voices say;
Taking pride and we die, for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and we are consumed,
By the way we are used, in loving abuse
Stealing my sanity; they forever say
“Deprive yourself, as I demand;
I have built you, but I can knock you down and
It just takes one swing; so you better step lightly
For your walking on such thin glass”<br>
Since the ones who could see –They’ve faded away,
Gone to a better place, but blinded here— we stay.
Our souls have been stolen, our hearts carried away
Our painted eyes are missing things
And all bodies stand like statues made of stone
We will do anything that the voices say
Taking pride and we die, for the god that we’ve made.
And the voices rise, and we are plagued with infection
By the way we are used, in loving abuse,
Stealing our innocent souls; becoming perfection.
The echo loudly says
“I have built you, but I can knock you down.
Become empty; make me proud”<br> “Deprive yourself, as I demand; I have built you, but I can knock you down”<br>It just takes one swing; And you better step lightly
For your walking on such thin glass
Be careful with everything you do—I will increase my pleasure
Thus increase your pain; I am always watching you.
Deprive yourself as I, order you to do;
My commands have made this perfect you.
I can push you; to be the person you want to be
But pushing you down to the ground;
brings much more pleasure to me”
I’m down once more—tonight once more
Lying in a puddle of guilt on the floor
Lust will creep through your veins—tonight once more
You’ll corrode the world--Tonight once more
And the voices rise, and they come my way—in self affliction and vanity they made
But the voices rise; so do our cries—increasing the lost look in our eyes
Now you are loved; through our pain; and though you brainwash us; you also keep us sane
We love your touch, We love your blade—We love the mark you make after our debase.
We worship you, our god — you’ve created this plastic world
We envy your tainted soul
Thank you for our emaciated hearts and for taking our control
You’ve made us see, so many things
The beauty that the pain can bring
Thank you chicky *hugs*
