Lo, blackness - in thy fearsome grip
Our minds do start to work
To distract, to escape
In any way we can.
Thus do we write, we sing, we paint
To escape
To flee.
To forget.
To protect ourselves from sorrow - and wait for the day that hope comes again.
Yet there's irony in it.
To escape, is to solidify.
To flee, is to set it in stone
To forget...
An impossibility.
But for a moment you can escape
Be free in the beauty of your words...
though they trap you more surely than bars of iron
For the only way to forget is to experience life
To dream, to smile, to laugh
...to live.
Live on, once more.
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Our minds do start to work
To distract, to escape
In any way we can.
Thus do we write, we sing, we paint
To escape
To flee.
To forget.
To protect ourselves from sorrow - and wait for the day that hope comes again.
Yet there's irony in it.
To escape, is to solidify.
To flee, is to set it in stone
To forget...
An impossibility.
But for a moment you can escape
Be free in the beauty of your words...
though they trap you more surely than bars of iron
For the only way to forget is to experience life
To dream, to smile, to laugh
...to live.
Live on, once more.
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A collaborative work that Ness and I flipped out one morning. It was really quite fun.
My words are the dark red ones. The rest (consisting of most of the work) are from Ness.
Much thanks for letting my put this up here Ness, and for letting me create it with you. :3
