Always a dead end There is no escape I place my sorrow upon a bird in the sky And i'll let it fly This place is ephemeral An eternity that binds me Coming or going All that passes by are dreams
I was walking through the forest
when I heard a great sound
and their ly a britishman dead on the ground
so I though "Ahh what the heck"
and poked him with a stick
Always a dead end There is no escape I place my sorrow upon a bird in the sky And i'll let it fly This place is ephemeral An eternity that binds me Coming or going All that passes by are dreams
When you're 2 miles away I can hear you say,
"Why did you leave me with so many memoires
and so much pain?"
You were the one to say,
"I need you in my life 'cause without you,
there wouldn't be love in my life."
Come back, your're the one I love and the one I can trust.
You can hear my heart from 1,000 miles away.
You knew when to say, "I love you" even during hard times.
Never have i loved someone so much.
If it weren't for you, then i wouldn't have said "I love you."
So, for all those things you did for me, I will always know
you will be there for me.
Even if it is 1,000 miles away.
I know you will try no matter what is said
and fly no matter where it is.
When you say, "I need you in my life,"
I know I can trust you with my soul where ever you go.
Edited at Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:00:53 PM
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
"Tell me I'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine. Say that everything is over tell me I'm fine! Maybe I am crazy an my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground disappears I wonder, will the sky be the next to betray me...?"
Dance with me; just take my hand,
Love me forever or just let me know.
Honestly, you could never understand,
Seen it's finally come - time to let me go.
Whisper goodbye; and drop my arm,
Don't search for things you wont find.
The drawings from a razor; self harm,
You know mine are a one of a kind.
Or always standing, watching my pain,
Put back my insides and stick it with glue.
Write out things - be sure to add my name,
Remember the times i said i loved you.
Cut out the silences and make me scream,
You would be a real professional by now.
Forsaken my every need of a reality dream,
Crying out for help; within myself somehow.
Then the time comes when you've had enough,
Sick of playing your games that we both know.
Running your fingers across me; feeling so rough,
Yet; what you always wanted was to let me go.
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
Silence passes through this room
that holds me in this haunted place.
Back and forth my screams
bounce, wonder if you
heard my whispers. I contemplate
a way to escape the
bars inside my head. I have
lost myself inside my
own disease. Pulling at the
strings that tie me to this
world. A world so gloomy
and dull that not even
gray spots appear.
Where has humanity gone..
why didn't I follow?
Now I'm trapped with my
own internal monsters. My
very creations. Horrid and
savage beings. All once a
part of me. Demonic thoughts
seep through the holes
you drilled into my heart.
Black pours out letting me
know I am no longer pure.
Your lasting words pick me
apart like a filthy vulture
eating the remains of the dead.
I exist mainly to die all over
again whenever your dark
eyes meet mine. You have
taken the best out of me with you.
You have stolen my heart
but I want it back.
Collect the minuscule pieces
and tape them to a bird. This is
the only way my soul can reach heaven.
There is no redemption after
the things I have seen.
No exception for the life I have lead.
I am the beast--
not the beauty.
The petal-less rose.
The horizon with no sunset
Ashes fall around me as I allow
my spirit to drop to the
lowest possible point. I have
nothing to gain for I have become
forgotten. One of the lost...
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
Little pale toddler in the arched up wooden chair.
Splinters wait yet grinding under this child's skin.
Dead since the war its why they carry wire around their stomachs.
Cannot bear to sway the birthright of fresh nurturing vomit.
Their pale lips want to kiss those soon to slashed wrists into a bloody smile.
Unending love toward the head that will nudge away without apologies to the gun.
Just don't flee from them to sleep in green satined uniforms.
Eternal rainmaking screams is the baby's razor language.
The air you forever breath belongs to them in the world.
The dentist's sin strap the toddler down but it refuses to stop them to crawl in the chair.
Keep the alerted hair alive use the begging for a mere sign of struggle.
Anthem of angels is no way out their realistic bound to wait for their guardians to return.
Maturated flickering eyelids...they are nowhere near salvation its just unheard of.
The mental intercom of voices play a toddlers lullaby backward whenever the chair decides to spin.
Its a incomplete jigsaw with blood stained cotton images to fill the void.
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"