Sunday, January 15, 2006

A Tear For Each Story

Bracing for impact
The world comes crashing down
Far too long have I gone without remorse
And for too many moons have I held unforgivness
In my anger I create a life out of nothing
For in my mind I see everything as it should be
Perfectly crafted in the rage of burning souls
Those who don't match the mold die
Those who don't hold a piece of hell will vanish
By my wounds the world is healed a little more
As the one who struck me is taken away
But living in this place where evil has rule
They all walk on by leaving me on my own
Left in an empty pocket of the universe's shirt
All alone I begin to envy the imperfect world of disaster
Yearning for someone to take the pain
Must I kill myself to be put in a place where I can live?
With each cry a day goes passing me by
Once again findind myslef alone
They just keep leaving, making my life take a new form
Always changing nothing stays the same
From birth to death a million shapes will be taken
So how dare any of you call this a game
There is nothing fun about any of this
Losing friends and loved ones just like that
With a turn of the tide one mass hits another
Knocking me off course forever
As I now begin to drift to another land
Where there are no words to describe the pain in my heart

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