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Mar. 19th, 2006 11:47 pmmeh, seems like the only time i'm capable of creation is when my emotions are running high
the inside of my head is foreign to me
i enter and see a battlefield
lines already drawn
one side is held by defenders of marble
cold
unyielding
unliving
the other held by, at first glance, utter chaos
a melody at the edge of hearing
a terrible beauty belonging to the realm of angels and demons
wild sobbing turned to hysterical laughter
wisps of hopes and dreams
and in the middle of the field
is the trophy to be fought over
a small child frightened and alone
the inside of my head is foreign to me
i enter and see a battlefield
lines already drawn
one side is held by defenders of marble
cold
unyielding
unliving
the other held by, at first glance, utter chaos
a melody at the edge of hearing
a terrible beauty belonging to the realm of angels and demons
wild sobbing turned to hysterical laughter
wisps of hopes and dreams
and in the middle of the field
is the trophy to be fought over
a small child frightened and alone
