|knifes,green eyes, suicide, butterflies
By criptic_thoughts on 07/09/2005
a new days shine,
a cup of holy wine...
this is the story,
hidden under the table,
this isnt the truth,
inside this tale lies a fable,
of what we wish we could see,
a land of fantasy,
a land to be free,
butinstead we hide in this hell close to home,
a land of wich were afriad to roam,
crying and wining,
just stay alive,
only gifted not the weak survive,
biting your lip,
just feel the pain,
and to watch the blood drip,...
looking inside of my heart,
while im trying to eep it all together,
but it keeps falling apart,
drifting off in a different reality,
forced to live in impending doom,
losing all of our sanity,
all we need is something to believe in,
to fing the good deep within,
but why belive in somthing we dont know is real?..
and how do we know our fates bean consealed?
you dont have the answers,
niether do I,
walk around me,
keep passing bye,
i have the rest of my life,
im standing here holding the knife..
if god is real, why is suicide an unforgivbal sin?
its not your fault your compassion grows thin...
after many days of abuse and sleepless nights,
death is the only way to majke things right,
and how are we suppose to live waiting for natural death,
do we just lie here losing breathe?
well im sick and tired of everyons lies,
and the knife is the only way for me to not cry,,
everyone lies to me, and cheats me out of everything,
well this is the last song ill ever sing,
listening to all the worlds problems,
forgetting of my own,
iwould have died a long time ago,
if i would have known,
restless i lay,
tired and helpless,
throughout the day,
with the lights turned out,
trying to sleep,
once i fall adriff,
my inner demons begin to shout,
crying for me,
they need a chance to speak,
i try to get help,
but everyone calls me a freak,
so once agian,
i try to stop the pain,
but this time i just wont remain
© By criptic_thoughts On 7/9/2005 11:26:47 PM