She thinks it’s pantomime that turns good people evil
Well, not evil, per say, but a shell of their former self.
She says, those who don’t know their limits will be bound to suffer at their own hands.
And I dread the day, when I might be the next victim.
But you know, as well as I, that I could never give this up.
I hope, to not throw myself overboard, but then again-
You know how I am.
I’d rather be a martyr to art, than keep my caution and common sense.
I will seek out those things, and I’m weak and not ready-
But one day I might be, and on the brink of that danger, I fear-
I will let myself plummet.
Because I know myself too well-
And unfortunately, that’s how I am.
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