Killah
Try to lay down on the bed, try to lay down on the ground,
Try to make it to the dreams, try to ignore this sound,
My breathing heavy, my breath hot,
My eyes misty, no tears drop,
Just thinking of myself, gotta stop and think of something else,
Gotta pull it together now, But I just can't seem to somehow,
I know I am set apart, I know something in my heart
Makes me different, makes me strange, Wish this life would rearrange,
Make it easy for me to breathe, but I don't see any reprieve,
Just this onward battle go, Hoping and wishing, living to know,
Cannot see this future's end, can't believe it'll ever begin,
Just too good to be bad enough, softness now, once was rough,
The changes made make me a fool, the changes made make me a tool,
Used and passed by the wayside, These changes I cannot hide,
From dark to light, from wrong to right, from evil coward to winning the fight,
From running away to standing tall, and seeing them through this ALL.
The ALL that robs me of the sleep, the ALL I know I cannot keep,
This life of mine please share with me, in my heart, my arms please be,
Understanding flees my grasp, the ALL mocking leaves at last,
Now I stand on this empty plain, Waking up to go through it again.
(Felt I should write.... ty for talking with me last night, A. winkiss hug )
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
KillahTry to lay down on the bed, try to lay down on the ground,
Try to make it to the dreams, try to ignore this sound,
My breathing heavy, my breath hot,
My eyes misty, no tears drop,
Just thinking of myself, gotta stop and think of something else,
Gotta pull it together now, But I just can't seem to somehow,
I know I am set apart, I know something in my heart
Makes me different, makes me strange, Wish this life would rearrange,
Make it easy for me to breathe, but I don't see any reprieve,
Just this onward battle go, Hoping and wishing, living to know,
Cannot see this future's end, can't believe it'll ever begin,
Just too good to be bad enough, softness now, once was rough,
The changes made make me a fool, the changes made make me a tool,
Used and passed by the wayside, These changes I cannot hide,
From dark to light, from wrong to right, from evil coward to winning the fight,
From running away to standing tall, and seeing them through this ALL.
The ALL that robs me of the sleep, the ALL I know I cannot keep,
This life of mine please share with me, in my heart, my arms please be,
Understanding flees my grasp, the ALL mocking leaves at last,
Now I stand on this empty plain, Waking up to go through it again.(Felt I should write.... ty for talking with me last night, A. winkiss hug )
You're welcome hug
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
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Edged Blood
See this shining tool, this silver,
Watch it waver watch it quiver,
Consumed by pale and pink alive,
The blade seeks after warmth of mine,
Eating its way deeper, further,
Wanting my soul to self-murder,
Mocking the shudder, and this fearing,
Begging for more ripping, tearing,
Watch the drops as it clears to air,
Falling sweet vitae, life I share,
None with me, and seen no releasing,
Thoughts of my pain seem so freeing,
Scars of crosses and arcane symbols,
Cover my flesh as it trembles,
More are added with passing hours,
This pain and tool my life devours.
F@#k You Death.
Take my friends, take my family,
Take my whole line away from me,
Try to take Me! Try if you dare!
I will face you, I'm not scared.
We have been lovers in the past,
But our foolish lust just could not last,
And now I slap your face and spit on your chest,
You want me now just like all the rest,
Taking my loves and taking my life,
Never having my soul, just adding such strife,
Because you know only I can kill me,
Only MY hand can free me, I see.
Now the only power you have is the pain,
So let's dance our f#@king dance yet again,
You are leading and I shall follow,
Your steps lightly but your life hollow,
You may take all I have in this place,
But thinking I'll end it is such a waste,
Not a coward, No I've got the guts to do it,
But that would just land me into eternal Bulls#@t.
I must live through this hurt, these wounds,
And speak and sing my melancholy runes,
Healing the pattern of wounded heartache,
Trying to repair what this pain loves to break,
Even though it's futile, I'll try anyway,
It keeps my mind off the damnedness of everyday.
When that final bell tolls and calls me,
Where will you be found? That is when we shall see,
Which of us is final and eternal, which dies off,
Which keeps breathing, which finally coughs,
I know the truth, how 'bout you?
When that day comes Death, what will YOU DO?
Misrable f#@ker....