Sunday May 01, 2005

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Perfection Obliterated



cigarette smoke
is made for curling around words
for tearing up eyes
and for disguising hurts
the slick
serpent
smoke
sliding
and gliding
strangling hope
thick and silver
circling your head
hiding
behind words
that mean nothing
disguised as something
like true emotion
when we both know
we're just going
through the motions
like two lost souls
swimming in a fishbowl
but you know the rest
and we're just
pretending
like children
never-ending
like the story
but you know the rest
and we hide
behind burning cigarettes
like our shields
protecting us
on the fields
of battle
this battle is
perfection obliterated
overrated
anyway
and we don our masks
and ride
imagining
this isn't happening
because it can't end
not like this
like a wish
trapped between us
too uncool to speak
but remember
we're just two lost fish
in_decission:
I like this a lot. It almost feels like suffocating, but when I got to the part where you add the quote from 'wish you were here' it's like a breath of fresh air. You can hear the melody and the singing for those two lines, and then it's right back to suffocating. Also I like the kind of almost neccessary acceptance of it at the end. It's just like "this is the way it is", time to adapt.

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