My eyes are growing blotches
the same color as the storm
that grows weary of crashing
when the weather turns warm.

My heart is throwing itself away into
the trash where it can be compacted
your mouth is maliciously widening
as my insides are being detracted.

I can't say if I can feel this or not
I'm numb to a generation of disdain.
they all boast about the new fashions
where as I would much rather abstain.

I can't really find very much beauty
in a world where where there is no trust.
the cloud's silver lining is just a billboard
an advertisement that fills me with disgust.

But maybe I'm just too damn sheltered
and my misanthropical views are jaded
but I can't help thinking if we only attempted
we could repair what we've seemingly evaded.

I can't say if I'll ever find beauty
in this inevitable spinning ball.
But I know I'll make it through
even if I'm forced to crawl.

08/24/2003

Posted on 08/24/2003
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