Leave.Leave me alone!Is that so hard to do?!You don’t care about my feelings,They are nothing to you!What have I done wrong?I just want you to leave,You hurt me more and more,So how can I believe?Your words mean nothing,Your apologies are fake,Just stay away from me!How much pain can I take?!You got what you want,But what about me?I only want one thing,I want to be free!I can’t take it anymore!Every night and day,You just refuse to leave,So at least stay away!
Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken livesin a grave of mud and flesh remainsthey've killed many souls with bloody knivesand weaved their ladders out of veins."Away!" they shout when death has criedand off they run, away from pride. "Away!" they scream when death has blownso off they go, when blood has flown.Then there's the boom of drums and trumpetswail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.There's rust in bones, and tears at homeAnd strange lost love that walks alone.There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the windowlittle does she know that now she's a widow.And the little young boy who sleeps in her armshad just lost a father down by the dams.A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,staring at the skies and all what she seesis the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizonthe girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.Once an old man had a wonderful familywho lived on the other five chairs aroundthe kids would play and jump so cheerilyfilling a quie
Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of timeShe said to the windAnd the wind whispered backNot for those who have sinned;Not for those who cryIn the deep of the night,Not for those who dieIn the darkest of light.There's still plenty of timeShe laughed to the boyBut he didn't laugh backFor he found no joy;Not for those who slaveThrough the long, hard days,Not for those who paveThe path for your ways.There's still plenty of timeShe sighed to the moon;The moon knew there wasn'tWhen you're filled with gloom;Dear girl you must learnTime's not what you think,What you get, you must earnWhen your life's on the brink.There's still plenty of
Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings My mind is overflowing with images I don't own I remain silent, let them believe it's working Moving slowly through this twisted life
my english homeworkFallen angel wondering forevermoreBlack winged angel flying nevermoreMy guardian angel wondering in the abyssI wish I did not missMy guardian angel forever moreHaunting me to the coreMaking me go insaneForever in painWondering soullesslyImmortality lonelinessCrimson stainsOf my eternal painsLeaving my emotions behindMy love deniedAbandoned for lifeWaiting for my knifeTo redeem my self My inner selfLiving in my own despairWanting to repair
So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment Her future, paved in the cement She laughs, so beautiful A shaky breath, so wonderful That was what she was, But all that's turned to dust On the outside, she doesn't seem bent Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents? Don't be fooled by what you see On the inside, she may be ugly Nothing left but the will to breathe Sweet smiles, valentines Heart cracks, with the stroke of time Nothing left, her home is a lie Wounded hopes, a dream that has died Only a breath, so you know she's alive
Why do you?Why are you crying my dear?Why is your beautiful face full of fright?Please hand me the knife my dear.I want to see you live through this night.Why are you sad my love?Why are you hiding from me?Please don't hide because they called you queer.I can't be happy if you can't be.Why are you hurt my friend?Why are you bleeding out?Please tell me what he did my friend.I will stop him without any doubt.Why are you so small sister?Why don't you eat?Please tell me what you see.I don't want you to give up to this in defeat.Why are you drunk brother?Why do you drown yourself like this?Please don't do this to yourself.She wasn't wo
Whence To WhereYou surprise me and confuse me,And make me love you more.The brightness may undo me,The darkness I adore.There's so much grey,And so much painThat brings rejuvenation.I fall and sink,But then I blinkBefore illumination.Whence to where is what I asked,But much is coming clear.My sadness fading here at last,And with it all my fears.You've brought me out,How can I countThe times you've soothed my soul?From where I was,You may becomeThe star that leads me home.Light and dark will mold and mixTill grey is what I see.A calming sight that seems to fixWhat once was wrong with me.
To Be RevealedAnd what is there, lying beyond your mind?A gracious greeting, or death warrant, signed?When your sun is settling down on western sands,Who will await you, stretching out their hands?Are they holding your heart with reverence due,or a knife, with which to strike straight through?At the end of that hallway, what blocks your descent?A saintly soul, or sins to repent?In every tunnel, there are doors to inspect.Some to show the future, others to reflect.No one door, to paradise, leads.No one road to bear the swiftest of steeds.Yet, to Hell, there is no certainty still,Mountains can't be climbed when there is no hill.And so, d
Glass HeartFragile hearts that beat for love,Seem to never get enough.Encased in a glass that’s stained with red,A reminder of the blood it’s shed.Over the years it has hardened from pain;Careful to ever love again,But some memories are engraved in gold,Reminding the heart of what love can hold;The promises behind just one kiss;The little moments you know you’ll miss. The empty ache subdued by an embrace;Causing your fragile heart to race.The rare confessions that are only heard by some,Gazing in the eyes of the hopeful one.The memories that form a smile on your face,Caresses on soft skin that leave a trace.Recurring th
GenderGender was complicatedfor me at least.Unlike the othersit wasn't so blackor whitemore like a very large scalefilled with shadesof confusion.Male?Not exactly.Female?Not quite.I wanted thebroad shouldersthat men obtainedby nature. I achedfor the clavicles that showed whether you were average or thin. I desired the chiseled jaw,the strong armsthat could makeany girl feelsafe, the deep voice thatcould make herswoon with the right words.However, I longed forthe graceful walk that females could masterso naturally.The soft voicethat could make any manquestion his feelings.I needed the long fingersthat woul
Dear FutureDear future,Am I merely a voice, left far in the past?Where the sun once shoneWhere I once laughedWhere the rain of my eyesPoured down on my lapTurned my face scarletAnd melted my maskDear future,Does the sky still look the same?Its brilliant blueScreaming my nameLending me wings so that I may flyPulling my feathersAnd watching me dieHeartbroken, and crumpled upon the groundBreathing faint wordsIn gasping soundsDoes its beauty still torture me so?Please, dear future, I yearn to knowAm I merely the words from some distant shore?Am I a memory, or something more?Does the snow fall when the sun goes missingOr does it mere
Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.And this energy, this chaos surging within me,It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole. This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at
The sourdine To R.S.I shall remember you with griefUnder the sourdine of pouring rain;And the flimsy heart of my belief Shall urge your hand to ease the dire pain.It's what will hem my foggy visions,While wandering the tranquil darkness.It's what will limn the wicked prison'sWalls, reminiscing my dream's artist.And now, deep within the cold grey maze,Snow is piling up below my feetAnd my eyes are closed by blackened haze;And now, I seek a smile, be it brief,Be it not for me. But, please embrace:I shall remember you with grief...
Unexpected Love.Traveling the world,Searching for the one,Looking day and night,Seems like love is gone.Walking all over,From side to side,Trying to find her,Where could she hide?Walking on a road,On the same old track,She was there all along,Right behind my back.
It's Your Turn, DarlingI was busy playing your game.You were busy writing her name.I ran in circles, hitting dead ends,just to fail in front of you and your friends.With every day my strength grew weaker.Your feelings for me couldn't be any meeker.This is my goodbye, I know you're not worth it.Just don't run by when she makes your heart split.