- May 28, 2004
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I need a period of time....
some solitude,
time to reflect and mentaly eject.
See, this thing came at a time
when I wasn't prepared to deal with it.
Have I been so sheltered that I'm not able to
handle this at all?
Its like a twelve year old recieving 100 million
dollars with no understanding, no reason or protective
collar.
I'm confused and a bit scared, but not enough
to holler.
I close my eyes and the room is
finally silent.
The sound of my beating heart fills me from
head to toe and my mind races.
I couldn't stand the rain and
God knows I can't stand this type of
sweet pain.
Its a downpour on the inside and
i'm shaking from this emotional pneumonia
and in danger of never again being sane.
I need a cold, calm and cool moment
to collect my broken reserves.
I need a bit of sunshine, a drink of Corona and
a light breeze...
Somehow I have to learn to get through this
heavy freeze and get life surging through
my veins again.
I'm high off of chilled Pinot Grigio and Jasmine Incense.
God, I still can't seem to make heads or tails of this situation,
whether it's past or future tense.
Tension and smooth dissension,
I fall and fall into this black rain,
not able to see my way, but loving the sweet taste.
I really have to get some time to myself...
I really have to come to grips with reason,
Lord I need a good hold on my reason.
I need to have some type of reserve and calm to tackle
and shove.
I gotta get something to help me handle an
attack by a feeling called...LOVE.
Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght
"Poeta Nasciture, Non Fit!"
some solitude,
time to reflect and mentaly eject.
See, this thing came at a time
when I wasn't prepared to deal with it.
Have I been so sheltered that I'm not able to
handle this at all?
Its like a twelve year old recieving 100 million
dollars with no understanding, no reason or protective
collar.
I'm confused and a bit scared, but not enough
to holler.
I close my eyes and the room is
finally silent.
The sound of my beating heart fills me from
head to toe and my mind races.
I couldn't stand the rain and
God knows I can't stand this type of
sweet pain.
Its a downpour on the inside and
i'm shaking from this emotional pneumonia
and in danger of never again being sane.
I need a cold, calm and cool moment
to collect my broken reserves.
I need a bit of sunshine, a drink of Corona and
a light breeze...
Somehow I have to learn to get through this
heavy freeze and get life surging through
my veins again.
I'm high off of chilled Pinot Grigio and Jasmine Incense.
God, I still can't seem to make heads or tails of this situation,
whether it's past or future tense.
Tension and smooth dissension,
I fall and fall into this black rain,
not able to see my way, but loving the sweet taste.
I really have to get some time to myself...
I really have to come to grips with reason,
Lord I need a good hold on my reason.
I need to have some type of reserve and calm to tackle
and shove.
I gotta get something to help me handle an
attack by a feeling called...LOVE.
Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght
"Poeta Nasciture, Non Fit!"