Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Its madness to persist on.
Don’t you see the predicament you are in?
Trust was always a disguise to shatter.
Innocently the strings of your life have been handed over to the unknown.
A puppet you might become.
You swore after the last rampage that such a thing would never happen.
But here you are again treading the threshold of destruction.
Why submit yourself to such high states of vulnerability, don’t old wounds teach?
No more lamenting.
Its useless to regret at the 11th hour.
Hope lies in a last resort,
Obey before you are wounded and crippled forever after which a resurrection would be impossible.
Snap away from those bonds that bind man and make the sane rave in madness.
-1 / 3 / 2006