Inspiration struck a few days ago and I've been writing non-stop. It has been a very long time since I've had the motivation or the passion to write. Thanks to some changes in my life however, I'm back on the trail of what I'm most passionate about in life.
The next two texts are my newest pieces. In Maliciously Restored, I've painted a picture. However, it is up to you to interpret the picture. All I ask is that you attempt not to take the text at face value. In Tracks, you will witness the story of a girl from my past. No, she is not me, for those of you who are curious, but she was one that I was close to. Tracks is her story.
Maliciously Restored
A melancholy memory;
Bitter, yet sweet.
It haunts me.
A smell;
A taste;
Ignites the deepest pain within.
Once forgotten,
Once ignored,
A figment,
Of imagined things.
The voids widen.
Fear chains this
Once beautiful soul,
As I tremble,
At the base of the mountain.
Towering, enveloping,
Shredding all that
Was pure.
A demon.
An innocent.
War.
Peace.
Feeble attempts of freedom.
Loss of hope.
What will cause the
Impending destruction?
Love.
My soul now trembles.
Lyrics abound from within.
As a siren's song;
Captivating, merciless,
Possessed.
Drowning.
Enveloping all within
It's arms.
Destroying the weak;
Freeing, strengthening,
Empowering the strong.
Silence.
Nothingness.
A blank canvas.
Now pure; now beautiful.
Free.
TRACKS
V.1
Drugs, They’re your easiest escape.
Role one more blunt,
Cause bad news,
It can always wait.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
V.2
Which way’s up, which way’s down?
Don’t care no more.
You just want out,
Out of this god forsaken town.
V.3
They said “see that girl she shows no promise.”
You said you’d show them,
You’d make yourself honest.
But it takes one night
And you’re a liar again.
Oh! Baby girl,
It’s too late to make amends.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
V.4
I knew a girl
With long lost dreams.
She had bright eyes
And a hope for new things.
But then came those demons
Demons from the past.
They go by names
Like “Pixie Dust” and “Stacks.”
V.5
They all told her “you just gotta be brave.”
But there’s no hope
If you don’t want to be saved.
They will give you therapy
Give you a way out.
Give you New Drugs,
To flush those demons out.
B.
Well she’s lived with those demons
Every dark and empty day.
They’ve become her friends,
She doesn’t want them,
She doesn’t want them to go away.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
Where those tracks go,
No one knows for sure.
Drugs, They’re your easiest escape.
Role one more blunt,
Cause bad news,
It can always wait.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
V.2
Which way’s up, which way’s down?
Don’t care no more.
You just want out,
Out of this god forsaken town.
V.3
They said “see that girl she shows no promise.”
You said you’d show them,
You’d make yourself honest.
But it takes one night
And you’re a liar again.
Oh! Baby girl,
It’s too late to make amends.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
V.4
I knew a girl
With long lost dreams.
She had bright eyes
And a hope for new things.
But then came those demons
Demons from the past.
They go by names
Like “Pixie Dust” and “Stacks.”
V.5
They all told her “you just gotta be brave.”
But there’s no hope
If you don’t want to be saved.
They will give you therapy
Give you a way out.
Give you New Drugs,
To flush those demons out.
B.
Well she’s lived with those demons
Every dark and empty day.
They’ve become her friends,
She doesn’t want them,
She doesn’t want them to go away.
C.
Stumble across those tracks
Just one more time.
The tracks of lost dreams,
They run along your veins
And through your mind.
You can’t tell where they go no more.
You can’t tell anything,
Can’t tell anything for sure.
Where those tracks go,
No one knows for sure.
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I won't bore you with my rants and ramblings today. I will just leave you with something to think about.
Society. Think about society. What is it that truly enables people to go down the path that leads to lost dreams and tracks? They say that those who chose this life are just ill. Mentally, physically, who knows, just in some way ill. But society is what labels them. Without labels what are we? We are just all human beings. Equal, good, all with a fair chance to make it in this world. If you tell someone they are destined to fail, to fall flat on their face and never make it in life; if you tell them this their entire life, don't you think they might start to believe it's true? Think about your labels. What are you contributing to society? What is society doing to you?
That's my view of the world outside my window.
Vivo amare imparare
-The Misunderstood
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