Perception of the Stranger in a Strange Land
Lost in the sands of time
A dust in the eye of the storm we are
Carried into that old wretched place
So unknown, so rotten
Yet voluntarily arrived
Complaints trail off with the wind
And we are fingered by the poker
The follower of the greater good, named fate
A glance back to our past
A stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts
The pain, the blaze..
Chin dithers, defeat and solitude oozes out of the entity:
Air exhales as a vicious scream
Burnt by the fire in the fury and damnation,
Water pounds the soil that shivers with the cold of the solitary soul...
Left alone as one in the desert
Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are
Shows a spiral to a downfall
A silent crash that only an ant could care
Yet there's food to be delivered, we are forgotten
We become no one, only a part
Of that wretched soil we were once drooling for
A lost track of identity flies to the verge of the horizon
A total stranger looking at me
Absent in the shady gray of the thoughts in a mirror to the past
A dust in the eye of the storm we are
Carried into that old wretched place
So unknown, so rotten
Yet voluntarily arrived
Complaints trail off with the wind
And we are fingered by the poker
The follower of the greater good, named fate
A glance back to our past
A stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts
The pain, the blaze..
Chin dithers, defeat and solitude oozes out of the entity:
Air exhales as a vicious scream
Burnt by the fire in the fury and damnation,
Water pounds the soil that shivers with the cold of the solitary soul...
Left alone as one in the desert
Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are
Shows a spiral to a downfall
A silent crash that only an ant could care
Yet there's food to be delivered, we are forgotten
We become no one, only a part
Of that wretched soil we were once drooling for
A lost track of identity flies to the verge of the horizon
A total stranger looking at me
Absent in the shady gray of the thoughts in a mirror to the past
Comments
so unknown so rotten!
there's an inevitable disappointment each time after the feeling of euphoria for the "new" one/place..
A stardust of memories sprinkle on our wounded hearts
we dont have much memories actually, not much to fill a bottle of wine, yet..
Silence embraces our thoughts
A third-person perception of what we are
silence is horrifying when you're left alone, when you have but the silence to confide in. yeah a third-perception of what we are, a callous one!
"a total stranger looking at us"
i never liked strangers.
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