09/09/14
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
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
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live