walk as though you own the world and feel their empty stares on your back. Keep ease in your stride to hide the pain, the bitterness, the regret. Let your face show no fear of the on-coming world, but put on your mask of confidence to ebb their suspicious whispers. Let none be the reader of the transparent mind, for only he could rip his eyes into your soul and see nothing but a naked child, lost and terrified. Kneeling in the rain, raped of all rational thought, shivering, begging, just to be led home.
MonstaJam · Tue May 02, 2006 @ 12:02am · 0 Comments |