Mannequin
January 23rd, 2008, 10:21 PM
Molding into what is my conformer.
Blending into vacant walls
and smushed between two moving lips
before a kiss.
I can not be detached,
I'm only lonely and searching for time,
space, anything...(everything).
I'm nothing more than an empty void
of pain and suffering.
Shoved behind closed doors
of abuse--
only able to watch in silence
and immense suffrage
I am a shadow.
I am many,
I am one,
conformity at its best--
constructing breaks
and tearing the torn,
becoming a perfect life form.
I am a shadow.
-Me
Blending into vacant walls
and smushed between two moving lips
before a kiss.
I can not be detached,
I'm only lonely and searching for time,
space, anything...(everything).
I'm nothing more than an empty void
of pain and suffering.
Shoved behind closed doors
of abuse--
only able to watch in silence
and immense suffrage
I am a shadow.
I am many,
I am one,
conformity at its best--
constructing breaks
and tearing the torn,
becoming a perfect life form.
I am a shadow.
-Me