| | And as we surround ourselves
with other people's insecurities
and our own,
she tells of a girl disguised as her
she tells of a power struggle
about to erupt.
Her eyes show the oppression of
an aged woman,
looking in the crowd of the
prime-of-her-life's.
And for a second, I realized
what was behind the idiotic
monkeys
and bulbs that had most probably and had definitely sprung swords.
It was the same exact engine as mine.
I just had a better muffler.
Her competition had arrived.
Finally? Or were there others?
Of course, there always was.
But this was the one apprentice,
the one cub trained to stalk antelope.
For all he knows, I may be the only one to witness
The Tragedy of Julius Ceasar.
I will see the fall of Julius
Caesar
and may enjoy it.
Everyone enjoys seeing the a good downfall.
Especially one that occurs behind shut eyes.
In this Darwinistic society,
Her place at the top had been filled,
literally. |
| | Posted 6/17/2005 11:11 PM - 10 Views
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