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Truth is Truth? lies are lies?
Who are you to bind my eyes,
With cloths you say are love and light,
so bright, I can't tell day from night.
I suffer 'till I'm so confused,
I don't know that I'm being used.
Dancing for the puppet master,
All I hear's your mocking laughter.
-1998
If time never passed and I could know the way,
Would I venture back to those far better days?
When I felt new and there was no pain.
But would I have to live this same life again?
Did smiles once come easy? was I fearless and bold?
Were addictions just fictions, not truths to be told?
Was love was ever more than a betrayal of trust?
Or a one off encounter to dissipate lust?
No, I can never go back to when innocence was real,
And my demons mere nightmares, not cravings to feel.
I have to look forward and try to understand,
And when I find serenity, I’ll die by my own hand.
(1999 - Inspired by an excellent poem from ~Stephie189)
-Michelle Noeud
Last update: Saturday, August 19, 2000 04:44
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