2011/02/08

Stalemate - 2011/02/08

Within lies the door beyond my mind
Inside I dont know what I will find
I look for the portal losing my way
Second chance granted every new day
It bears no handle which I can turn
Beyond its threshold is all I yearn

This my rhyme born of many thoughts
Hazy delusions conjured of dark rot
If there is no fate then yes we may
Uncover great truth squirreled away
Whatever it may be I refuse to tell
Either I lie or I reveal it in hell

There I foster this daily obsession
Ever ignored by a morbid procession
With dead eyes fixed straight ahead
As simple myths dance in their head
Welcome to my paradox of expression
The elixir cannot combat digression

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