Rescue MeRescue MeMore Like This
This burden of silence consumes me.
Pleading for a moment to scream.
And I am left empty.
As if God is blind to my tears
And deaf to my cries.
This fear in my eyes,
I would give anything,
Anything to know life.
What good comes from patience
When you've already died?
And here I lie,
Just give me a sign.
This can't be what I've come to be,
A product of trying so hard for so long
A pariah lost at sea.
Please, somebody rescue me.
Hell and TattoosI'd love to spill everything,More Like This
in ink across my flesh.
I'd love the world to see,
through every word and every picture,
the hell they put me through.
I'd love to relish in the looks they'd give me,
thinking up new excuses to sneer and smirk.
Even the needles wouldn't hurt,
they'd pierce my skin with beauty and lavish lust,
My ambidextrous hands would be covered in beautiful ink.
My arms would be covered with numerous sayings and pictures,
depicting each and every thing I've never cared about before.
It'd take a while to ink each of your faces and tongues.
Maybe across my chest I'd have menial words,
things that don't mean a goddamn thing.
"Live, Laugh, Love."
I'd get sayings that I never gave a fuck about.
Maybe insults would paint my inner thighs,
pin-up girls on the backsides of my hands.
I'd wear lizards on my ankles and names on my wrists,
animals on my kneecaps and cigarettes on my calves.
On my back I'd wear your name and portrait,
a constant reminder of how I turned my b