(2013)
11/06/13
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine