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Becoming
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Held back by the shades of the past.
Like a swamp from lost times, it holds one's body fast.
Bettering oneself, continuously fighting hard.
Struggling towards the light, only to be sucked back into darkness.
You know what they say, old habits die hard.
And all you do is lament.
Bicker, bitch and moan.
Locked up in your mental basement.
Ticking off time as if it were a loan.
The subconscious picking up mortar and plaster,
every brick, shutting out the world.
To fortify and further the isolation,which is one's master.
Thickening the surrounding walls,
to the ear hardly audible the outside calls.
Pathetic existence! None of the weight like Atlas's burden.
In this mortal world, many others have more to carry, and they do not hesitate nor tarry.
Pathetic existence! Hardship to them, not a hindrance, on their winding path.
Ever so astounding, to see them greet such destiny with a laugh.
And all you do is lament.
Bicker, bitch and moan.
Locked up in your mental basement.
Ticking off time as if it were a loan.
Difficult is embracing the wounds and scars,
signs of passing, blurring the vision on what´s truly important.
Enduring the pain and taking pride, for having survived.
Considering the situation of others, comparing them to ones own trials, as the rain continuously falls outside.
Sole comfort, the certainty, not to be the only one in this fate of self - dismantlement.
Neither being the first, nor the last in this life´s case of entanglement.
But fuck it! You wouldn´t mind killing it all away.
A human, an egoistical being, that is what you are anyway.
Then she comes along, rips through your defences,
as if it were made of paper.
Suddenly she stands before you, and nothings in between.
Dread grips you, vulnerable as you are, you expect something terribly mean.
Observing her, you conclude she seems to be very keen.
And all she does is smile.
Her radiance, burning away the night.
Until your feeling your worth something again.
Dragging you out of this emotional blight.
Fear numbs your senses, a victim of confusion.
Should you run or stand? Maybe a word or two?
Passively, not quite grasping the situation.
And all she does is smile.
Her radiance, burning away the night.
Until your feeling your worth something again.
Dragging you out of this emotional blight.
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Kategorie :
Orginal
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Medium :
Acryl
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Datum :
2014-03-17
CONTAGIOUS ART