This is one of my most i guess you would say romantic poem. Enjoy. My true self is an enigma wrapped in a mystery. The me you see is just a ruse to deceive those far from me so they do not believe what is real. So they do not see the many corridors of my mind like a ruse endless maze with no entrance or exit to be found. Behind one door a flood of tears to symbolize my sadness. Behind the adjacent door nothing but laughter can be heard. Down the hall and to the left there is a door that houses the tremendous fire of a thousand suns drives my hate. If you continue down the hall and open the sixth door on the right all of the imps and scamps will escape. There are millions of doors within this labyrinth each one housing a different emotion, but there is one door that will not open that remains shut no matter how hard you pull. It’s as if the door is waiting, waiting for someone to make two.
Circleofhatred · Wed Oct 12, 2005 @ 06:01am · 2 Comments |