ENVY

Tue, 09/10/2013 - 17:53 -- Shaii

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Envy

Does It Hurt To Stand Upon A Stage

Where Hundreds Of Eyes Beckon You

All Seeming So Cold

Chills Massaging Your Every Bone

It's Hard To Think

That You're Not Alone

That In Your Loneliness

There Comes A Salvation

A Meaning

A Stronger Will

A Beating

A S-S-Stutter To Fix The Clutter

Of Your Heart And Soul Meeting

Can You Despise A Horizon

A End To Your Beginning

A Night To Your Day

A Cold To Your Warmth

In That Sickness

Do You Feel

Does It Hurt To Stand Upon A Stange

Where Hundreds Of Eyes Beckon You

All Seeming So Dead

Envy

Why Should You Have To Be

A Pecking Order

To The Geese

An Easy Prey

Just Upon Your Knees

Envy

A Life Cannot Withstand

The Battleships At Hand

Yet, There In And There Out

Can Only Be One

No Stage Can Be Any More Grander

Than The One Of Which I Stand

I Can Say It Doesn't Hurt

And I Don't Envy

The Eyes Set Upon Me

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