Post by Graveyard Goddess on Oct 5, 2005 19:09:45 GMT -5
I spend my loneliness; only burning bits of things—just to cry sometimes. If anyone could look at the hundred fake smiles, All the electric glowing eyes—then they’d never be alone. They’d never have to keep their secrets. They’d see inside the clouded life; strangled and torn— ragged withered frayed and worn. A blackened blued; tarnished bruise; Life tastes like blood and it smells like booze. I will not give in to those demands monster; you don’t know what’s for my best.
I may be small; I may have little years on time; but my hearts turned old. It wants to die— this young innocence— I watched it struggle; as on my noose it hung. I’ve been visiting that ocean, I live in— a useless nothing where to hide my tears and fury. A voiceless story, which was never written. Never discovered still to read pages of pain—It will sit as I, not doing anything...not breathing your desires. Not yelling at your angry heart or being torn apart. It will sit as I, not doing anything; sitting forever freezing… It will wait for me to die. In your arms Ill never lie for my heart is enveloped in restlessness and despondency. That’s more than plenty.
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When the truth hurts you mask your eyes—Outside you’re laughing,
when inside you want to cry. I you know now, why you are not alive—Someone smiled when you bled inside; Destroyed by words that wrapped themselves around your heart, so dark and cold. Running up your veins, they were sharp as blades, and left scars on your soul. Killed by the glares they gave and that lack of love, which tore you all apart. The ones who grinned upon your pain and the ones that left cuts on your heart.
Those leeches took your blood, until you had nothing left—And until it hurt to breathe, upon the brink of death. To them it was nothing, but it cost you your life.They could care less about your torn seams; your hopelessness and broken dreams; They never knew it was their words made you die.
The words were crawling inside. They were coming to kill you
And you couldn’t hide. They corrupted your body. They made your life fade
They were extremely poisonous, and sharp as a blade. Their mocking grins held you back. Their tainted words prevented you to breathe; Their taunting eyes and love for hate caused you to bleed. To them it was nothing, but it cost you your life. They could care less about your torn seams; your hopelessness and your broken dreams; They will never know it was their words that made you die.
I may be small; I may have little years on time; but my hearts turned old. It wants to die— this young innocence— I watched it struggle; as on my noose it hung. I’ve been visiting that ocean, I live in— a useless nothing where to hide my tears and fury. A voiceless story, which was never written. Never discovered still to read pages of pain—It will sit as I, not doing anything...not breathing your desires. Not yelling at your angry heart or being torn apart. It will sit as I, not doing anything; sitting forever freezing… It will wait for me to die. In your arms Ill never lie for my heart is enveloped in restlessness and despondency. That’s more than plenty.
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When the truth hurts you mask your eyes—Outside you’re laughing,
when inside you want to cry. I you know now, why you are not alive—Someone smiled when you bled inside; Destroyed by words that wrapped themselves around your heart, so dark and cold. Running up your veins, they were sharp as blades, and left scars on your soul. Killed by the glares they gave and that lack of love, which tore you all apart. The ones who grinned upon your pain and the ones that left cuts on your heart.
Those leeches took your blood, until you had nothing left—And until it hurt to breathe, upon the brink of death. To them it was nothing, but it cost you your life.They could care less about your torn seams; your hopelessness and broken dreams; They never knew it was their words made you die.
The words were crawling inside. They were coming to kill you
And you couldn’t hide. They corrupted your body. They made your life fade
They were extremely poisonous, and sharp as a blade. Their mocking grins held you back. Their tainted words prevented you to breathe; Their taunting eyes and love for hate caused you to bleed. To them it was nothing, but it cost you your life. They could care less about your torn seams; your hopelessness and your broken dreams; They will never know it was their words that made you die.
