words threaten to consume me, goading, teasing, twisting, snaring. i sleep dreaming of words, noise and disquiet. my mind chattering, i sink gibbering and feverish like a madman beyond hope or succour, looking for some quiet.
For those words that dared, To raise its voice against, Me their master, their creator; I turned to them with anger, Wicked smile on my lips, As I stared back in silence, Killing their sounds, Without a noise.
but thats it, words arent against me, i am not against them. they are in me, threatening to take over, and i let them, dreading them all the while. sometthing like that. blah.
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So the raging tornado of words overwhelm you? Pen them down to sweet rest. :)
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*smile*
lol. that it would.
For those words that dared,
To raise its voice against,
Me their master, their creator;
I turned to them with anger,
Wicked smile on my lips,
As I stared back in silence,
Killing their sounds,
Without a noise.
but thats it, words arent against me, i am not against them. they are in me, threatening to take over, and i let them, dreading them all the while. sometthing like that. blah.
Choose your enemies before you choose your battles my friend.
who is battling them ? and there are no enemies. dude, read what i wrote again, and get the gist.
"words theaten to consume me" , that is an act of war, and pre-emptive strike is the mantra.( atleast in texas). lol!
lol. it all hinges on interpretation dont it ?
ah. yes it does. peace.
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