
A gossip reporter's guilt.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Words: 219 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-24-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3094861
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Living sick, living lies
What I do and I see
Like a ruthless assassin, cold in blood
My life is what I have it to be
.
Screening eyes around the world
Looking out for the star
In that relentless pursuit so cold
The lengths I go so far
.
Guilt cannot tarnish me
Else I will die
Yet this anguish consumes my very soul
For a reason I know not why
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Like a spy, a peeping Tom
I break into the soul
Of the joys of solitude, the bliss of it all
Eroded by my words
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A loveless, cold lie
No longer in spirit or awe
The joy it once had is gone
The excitement I once saw
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What use shall it be if I cry?
And tell this whole planet who'd bestow
That I probably know way too much
Than I should possibly know?
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Maybe I have no voice in words
But I know
This eroding conscience inside of me
Will someday truly show
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No more, no more of it all
I shall break away
And with it goes that sickening joy
That is to be led astray
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Abandon, gone- half in sight
Disappeared into the stream
Where the joy of the heart is still standing
In a swoonless, stagnant dream.
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