Overture Libra
July 3rd, 2013, 06:53 AM
The flap of the wing
The flutter of air
The fantastic tempo
Of butterflies everywhere
Colors of yellow, green, black
No one could imagine
There existed such a crack
Where happiness always lacked
With the utter of one syllable
The use of one word
It left me feeling unbelievable
I couldn't believe what I heard
My lungs filled with air light as a feather
I was on top of the world
If only I could balance
Atop there forever
As one word gives
Another word takes
Leaving me breathless
As fresh salt begins to cake
And melancholy awakes
In the downpour of pure emotion
Comes a shocking realization
I gained nothing in my honest devotion
Except pain and alienation
The tempo turns deadly
Wings to razor blades
How long can I keep up the masquerade?
Memories pounding on the doors of my mind
As I’m blinded by stinging sadness
Clutching my gut
While the pain advances
My insides churn a storm of anxiety
As I await my final judgment in this horrid reality
The flutter of air
The fantastic tempo
Of butterflies everywhere
Colors of yellow, green, black
No one could imagine
There existed such a crack
Where happiness always lacked
With the utter of one syllable
The use of one word
It left me feeling unbelievable
I couldn't believe what I heard
My lungs filled with air light as a feather
I was on top of the world
If only I could balance
Atop there forever
As one word gives
Another word takes
Leaving me breathless
As fresh salt begins to cake
And melancholy awakes
In the downpour of pure emotion
Comes a shocking realization
I gained nothing in my honest devotion
Except pain and alienation
The tempo turns deadly
Wings to razor blades
How long can I keep up the masquerade?
Memories pounding on the doors of my mind
As I’m blinded by stinging sadness
Clutching my gut
While the pain advances
My insides churn a storm of anxiety
As I await my final judgment in this horrid reality