(2013)
08/09/13
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take