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Disaster

Disaster, disaster,
Moving faster,
Into the ground,
Moving straight down,
Plummeting, falling,
I’m stumbling, I’m stalking,
Slithering, crawling,
Closer to you…

Closer, Closer,
I’m the imposer, I’m the imposter,
I look in the mirror,
Dear god, I’ve lost her!
Tragedy, Tragedy…
Yes, You’re Majesty…

Falling steeper to the gurth of the moment,
Falling angel full of earth,
Earth, earth, searching the birth,
For a reason…

Reason, Reason
Searching the seas,
Facing the horror, pestilence, disease…


I see you , I see you,
Standing there,
The wind blowing through,
Your tangled hair…
Deeper, Deeper,
Cut to the bone,
Don’t dare to touch,
This heart of stone.

I hear you, I hear you,
Words full of hate,
So thick and tangible,
I try to placate,
Your reason…

Your reason, your reason,
No better than mine,
Only now you don’t have the place or the time,
For this disease called life…

Falling, I’m falling,
I’m staying, I’m stalling,
Trying to make it,
Trying to care,
Trying to pretend that,
I’m really here,
But it’s all a game,
That I cant seem to win,
I only end up,
Lost in my sin,
And you laugh…
…what a disaster…

Disaster, disaster,
Moving faster,
Into the ground,
Moving straight down,
Plummeting, falling,
I’m stumbling, I’m stalking,
Slithering, crawling,
Closer to you…

Time, time, and time again,
I hear the chime, it’s now the end,
The wind…whispers a sweet keen…to my ears.

I’m here, I’m here,
Looking into that face,
Of a long lost place,
That I have suddenly remembered…

Remember, Remember,
Yes, I recall…
That once upon a time, I knew how to love…
Why, yes!! I could look above,
And see the stars…
Not the scars from where God decided to die…

Die, die,
It’s all a lie,
That heavenly blue from the giant sky,
It’s only a reflection of the sea,
Like the girl in the mirror,
It’s not really me,
Or even who I’d like to be,
For that matter…

Matter, matter,
Nothing else matters,
As a matter of fact,
I cant believe I’m still in tact,
After all of this…

This, this,
What is this bliss?
You said so much,
With that empty kiss…

Kiss, kiss,
Like gifts from a fist to the face…

Face, face,
I must have misplaced my grace,
Somewhere out there,
But that’s okay,
I don’t care…

What a disaster…

Disaster,
Moving faster,
A porciline girl,
With a heart made of plaster,
Shattering on the ground,
Like the tears that don’t make a sound,
When they fall from your chin,
You see, I know what you hold within
Those bars of your heart.
Just give me a part, a piece of you,
And I will hold it precious,
I am not as wretched as you think I am…
…I am not a disaster…
---Mija Elsbury, 10-10-01


so, yeah, that's how i'm feelig today....i havet posted that poem i a log time.....my I\I key is still busted, so i get to go buy a ew keyboard today....joy.