My World
My world is spinning like a merry-go-round.
And I just don't want to get off.
I want to go round and round.
And not touch the ground.
To scared I'll fall off.
My world is growing.
Like a poppy in the spring.
Sprouting and blooming.
Developing thorns.
And letting its color ignite.
My world is like a battlefield.
Angelic guns and deadly roses.
Pulling the trigger, on my last stand.
Choking on my own feelings.
And not trusting my own head.
My world is like an orchestra.
A beautiful rapture.
Reviving notes, and falling beats.
Lusting the thundering drums.
And believing the cunning meaning.
My world is like a labyrinth.
Twists and turns at every decision.
Sealing deals with the shortest way out.
Tripping over ignorance.
Running into the dead ends with a broken heart.
My world is like an accident.
Making mistakes, and destroying your future.
Losing all common sense, letting rage drive you.
Blurry visions and hushed goodbyes.
Unsaid apologies and regretting lies.
My world is like nothing you've ever seen.
You'll be lost in your heartbeat.
My world is designed for me, don't try to understand.
I will break free of the task at hand.
Starting a war and taking a stand.
Song: Ignorance by Paramore - - - - - - »
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