The Horizon and the ShorelineI saw you in the ocean, riding waves like seaweed leaves.More Like This
And you kept your arms in motion
kept waving out to me.
I blew a kiss goodbye,
and stayed to watch you leave.
For the tide's a perfect gentleman, he'll take you out to sea.
Labor of LoveSwirling lines of lyricsMore Like This
Dipped in exuberance
Held by captivation
Blinding with luminance
Rolling in my breath
Biting my lip
Touching my tongue—
But only by the tip
Enthralling me with fear
Instilling me with patience
Searching for a rhyme
Labor of love
Passion in tenfold
Daring not to look back
As I cross the threshold
SleeplessIris between eyelashes that will not shutMore Like This
awakened, for far too long
For a moment the rose is here,
the rose with secrets inside
and I know, how wild and white, she is, for a while
guarding a winter tempest in her heart
snowed-in, melting its little crystals, vanishing next
Staring at walls and ceiling
crushing my face in holand pillows
Amethyst dark's and green dreams appears
they aren't clear in sleep, so I'm awake, again
waiting something close to the rain
ghosts that hide in drops of pain
beyond the dark... white sparkles lurk in
Counting wrinkles in mirrors, fingers, dust on wood
and every single shade that memories wear
I will not sleep with closed lips
want to shout and sing for the soundless wind
that I sense across the corners of the old house
winter, centered wind, rolling in...
little by little I'll disappear
clouds charged over the moon
Finally I'm resting
brushing my life under the rug
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Right
Inferiore VitaMore Like This
In my blood-drenched heart
And my frost-filled eyes
I am born of stars
I am left to die
I am born of stars
And my limbs can't sing
I am lower than life
But my lord is King
In my heinous hell
And my dreams of death
He is thoughtless Night
He is without breath
He is thoughtless Night
And I give my day
To the heart of the one
Who will never pray
Twist my soul in a
I am lower than life
But my lord is King
In this forge of hate
And this den of fear
I do as I must
But I need my tears
I do as I must
I do as I will
But His Highness is blind
With the urge to kill
I do as I must
Though my limbs can't sing
I am lower than dust
And my lord is KING
The kill.I'll massage my wrists with this razor blade,More Like This
Knowing I'm nothing more than a guy who gets girls laid.
I'll massage my wrists with this stainless steel.
To see if it hurts, to see if I still feel.
I'm dead inside and I know it too.
So now I'll make myself dead to you.
And now I shall scream, fuck the world.
As my begging and pleading, has gone unheard.
So now I'll drive this blade through my breast.
Make the heartblood flow from my chest.
And now I'll run this blade up my arm.
And cause myself some great self-harm.
And as the blood runs off this blade,
And drips onto this far out glade.
I'll remember why I did this now.
And remember what happened and how.
I made that girl's life just perfect.
Then I so easily destroyed it.
I made another girl die of worry.
I'm a monster, there's no good in me.
So now I shall drive this knife through my heart.
So now I shall bleed out and depart.
So now I shall slit my wrists with this razor blade.
Just to make sure that I cannot stay.
From The InsideI can't always hold people upMore Like This
Because sometimes I'm heavy too
I've got a dark side like everyone else
Most of the time it just doesn't get through
I'm always trying to help people out
To guide them through their personal hell
It's nice being able to help them escape
But inside I've got my demons as well
Sometimes people just need a helping hand
We all want someone to remove the mask
I've always felt guilty when reaching out
Things have to be hell before I ask
More often than not people just need to talk
It helps to reveal the things that we hide
Most of the time I've got so much to say
So I try to bury it deep down inside
People can't always face their problems alone
Which is why people look for a crutch
For most of my life I've done things on my own
Little things like asking still seem like so much
I don't want to be a burden to those that I love
Though I want my wounds to be found
Nobody can see what I keep under wraps
When I finally break nobody is around
The In-BetweenStuck in the in-between,More Like This
Straddling the lines of love and hate,
Contradicting the absolutes,
With resolutions to try harder;
Try for a next time that may never come.
Suppressing innermost agony,
Attempting to acquire the inherent desires.
Deflecting the reality of now,
To avoid the question:
"What happens next ?"
Blinding the mind with hopes,
Filling the heart with 'maybe',
Plummeting the soul into anarchy.
Yet, the need provides sustenance,
The torment morphs into torture,
Seconds age the body like years.
Absence provokes a monster from beneath,
Rage entwines with Jealousy,
As memories of the unforgiven bursts forth.
On and on it goes,
The perpetual cycle,
A forever of indecision exists,
Fueled by the fear of the question:
"What happens next ?"
So there is nothing but being :
Stuck in the in-between.
Kiss Your ScarsSharp blades to the skinMore Like This
Sharp darts to the heart
Drink water to make you thin
He tore your world apart
Reflections of a former self
Indelibly etched on your memory
Take those thoughts and emotions
and share each one of them with me
I will put them with my own
My lies, my deceit, my sin
Kiss your scars, heal the wounds
of your perfect skin
Kiss your scars, heal your heart
Taste your blood on my lips
My heart now beats as one with yours
For each other we now choose to exist
I Hate That I Love YouI hate that you're my every thoughtMore Like This
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
I miss youI miss you.More Like This
Like words to a song that play in my mind,
I don't know the tune but I can still hear the rhyme,
And there you are.
You made me believe in those pretty things you said,
As you slowly made your way out of the door and into my head,
And you're never there.
I put my trust in you.
My faith, the essence of my life, my hope and breath.
Like the rain that lightly falls on my face,
Leaving only memories of wet where it used to hold a place,
You haunt me.
I can't escape the way you once invaded my life.
But I have to let go, or this night,
This blackness that surrounds my lonely little world,
Will never turn to white.
But I'll still miss you.
we aren't well-written.i can envision time fluxing backwards:More Like This
words snuffed, swallowing dreams,
choking on the catatonic fear that
you just might love someone a bit
more than you love me.
maybe if i destroy those damned
stars, you won't have anything
else to write about.
40810If only you were soulless.More Like This
If you were mindless, blind,
you and I could make a beautiful disaster.
The press would write of our brief affair;
they'd paint me (the woman in red) as pathetic.
They will not consider how I need your love
or how it pains me so deeply to throw myself at you.
I will not be remembered as a poet warrior.
I'll be the eternal survivor no more.
All who think of me will shake their bowed heads
and tearfully remark;
If only you were soulless.
If you were mindless, blind,
You wouldn't have been such a bloody disaster.
No Meaning, Just FeelingNo Meaning, Just Feeling:More Like This
It's all just words across the page
You put them together in an angry rage.
You wanted to get these feelings out
But writing's not what this is about...
You're tired of expressing
How you think you feel.
You'd rather just scream
At least it's real....
No sense or logic
Just raw emotion.
Like the churning waves
Of a sleeping ocean.
Destroy the structure
Of all you say.
Take away the illusions
They get in the way...
Just say what you think
And you might go free.
But maybe this isn't how it's supposed to be...
"Is it really not possible, to scream through words?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st April 2012
HeroHero:More Like This
I stand upon the highest mountain
And call to the clouded sky.
I can hear the murmurs of heaven
As the light begins to die.
The world we used to believe in;
Once filled with the flowers to bloom.
Is now caged by its own animosity;
Like a twisted asylum room...
How long do we have to stand here
Pleading to the ignorant skies?
We can scream with all of our voices
But the heavens turn their eyes...
I'm afraid that waiting for a hero
Is simply not going to do.
Because love alone won't save us;
And I think you know that too...
Some things we have to fight for;
We cannot build on broken stone.
We must start by returning to origin;
And then we begin to atone.
Instead of hurting in hollows
Let us rise on eagle's wings.
I'd love to hear the song again;
The one that angels sing...
"To move along from where we used to be;
It is the heart we must try to find.
It may not be the heart of a hero;
But I think it will do this time..."
"If the world isn't endi
because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.More Like This
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
maybe you're fireworks that sparkle and light up the july sky - but unlike fireworks, you'll keep glowing into forever.
or maybe youre just you, and thats more than enough.
i know there's magic in the world.
i'd give you a rainbow if it erased the gray days; i'd give you a mirror if it made you see how wonderful you really
letters from no one.dear someone,More Like This
i know you probably don't care.
i know you're probably busy watching tv or dealing with your own problems, or maybe you're busy laughing and chasing butterflies. maybe you spend afternoons in the grass, smelling the sun and tasting life.
maybe you don't have time to worry about me.
but i'm going to pretend you care. i just want someone to hear me, honestly.
i don't expect you to understand or care or even listen.
i'm just hoping that you will.
i guess i should start by telling you that i wish i didn't have to live anymore. free time is spent wondering if there's any way i could possibly suffocate myself.
i guess i should tell you that i'm sorry about this, but the problem is i'm not.
there's a constant throbbing behind my eyes. i dream of cliff jumping (i've heard it feels like flying). i sleep with ice in my nervous heart, and reality slowly melts into nightmares.
i think of life as a waterfall. hope and happiness and love fall into the hands of the people
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
Castle of air.It broke.More Like This
My fragile mind shattered like a glass mosaic.
All the tiny shards fell out of my ears, nose, mouth and eyes until there was nothing left.
That's when the men in white came to take me with them.
They told me they would take me to a castle where I would be treated like royalty, and where servants would be looking for the pieces of my mind puzzle that I had lost.
They dressed me in a beautiful white gown and brought me to my chambers so I could rest after my long journey. The walls and floor were soft to touch, and as I stretched on my toes and reached up my hand, my fingertips brushed against the soft ceiling.
There was no need for a common bed.
The entire room was a bed!
Softer than any bed I had ever slept in before.
I do not know how long I slept, but when I woke up, a servant in white came with food and water for me. He told me that if I was behaving well, he would take me to meet the others. I was curious to know who else lived at the castle, and promised I would be nice
A Forest at MorningI dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and bloomsMore Like This
Through gloom and morning spilled
While I brushed back their silver leaves
That sunlit skies had filled
With gilded wash--the vermeil sight
Above the dusky bark
Seemed starry trains above the moon
And night's enclosing dark
And I stepped under such a sky:
New-formed, bejeweled, and bright
And wished I could forever dwell
Within its dim half-light.
There nothing stirred; no beast or bird
Dwelt in the forest there
Though I heard silent rivers trill
Still wand'ring swift and fair
Through banks embraced by cattail roots;
Through drooping willow leaves
That rustled in the water's rush
Bereft of any breeze.
Oh, I stepped under such a sky
Composed of darkling boughs
Flushed with the swell of morning leaves
All silver-gold endowed
'Till awe forestalled my reaching foot
And stilled the step, half-made--
And oh! to breathe seemed mortal sin
As if each sound betrayed
Whatever heaven I had found.
But when I breathed at last
And put my foot upon the grou
letters from the seai.More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
Words That Burnt My Tonguei.More Like This
You don't need
thunderstorms or hurricanes to prove that you are living.
You don't need
fields of dandelions or gardens of roses to justify your existence.
Let the woodpecker mend your plastered heart.
Know that it's going to hurt because
you're blasting into comets and meteoroids,
you're no longer remnants of musky ashes that he left you.
Be brave enough
to let your tears bloom the roses of tomorrow.
unlearn the constellationsI may carry my voiceMore Like This
on white-crested wingtips
but I refuse to take the names of birds.
My throat is not a desert
with smoldered star limbs
in place of sand, not a stone
for you to overturn and mark
with gentle cloud prints
or leave in the mud
to be perforated by bright moss.
My song is not made
to be thundered like a body
on the wind, to be bellowed
by the jagged mouths
of some distant, forgotten jungle.
It is made to slide along the edges
of twenty burning suns and rise
like a halo of newfound breath
from the crevice which splits
earth and sea. To break open
like the young, wet-winged dove
born of a glorious mud
which cracks mountains with its beak.
My song is this:
your mouth pressed against my heart
and my heart unfurling like a fist,
like a tree which tries to speak
but finds itself without a tongue. It is
a sky for you to stand in. A cold, unknown
world which opens its mouth in peals of
thunder and cries teach me,
teach me how to sing
as if I were some heavy-handed god
Anxieties of a Conflicted IntrovertI.More Like This
[i don’t want to
have to tell you i’m
lately it’s been tough.
And i’m stricken with this feeling that
maybe i’m not good enough.]
you see, somewhere out there
birds are looking for nests and birds
are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i
am tired of picking straw from my heart
and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m—
[well sometimes i’m
but i never wanted to tell you that]
--tired of seeing the ball i wind from
those leftover nests grow and grow—
[and i want more, want more, but
sometimes there’s only so much my heart can hold]
my life is a tree c
Becoming The DarknessMore Like This
Becoming The Darkness
Hope is slowly falling away
The shadows are consuming me
Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end
Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong
The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies
The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
A tranquil calmness on the outside
A black storm rages on the inside
My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over
And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light
Another LayerSome wear many layers.More Like This
Some only a few.
But making all those layers
Is easier than I knew.
Eight, nine, ten...
And I could go on and on and on,
This list of layers could get so long.
Some wear many layers.
Some only a few.
But breaking these layers
Is harder than I knew.
Fire PlaceThey are here,More Like This
But not always.
I keep them warm in the cold,
Though I'm forgotten in heat.
I sit in isolation,
But they keep me company some times.
When they are there,
I want to go hug them with my flames,
But I know,
If I touch them,
They will perish.
So I keep at an arms length,
Supporting them with my flickering light.
I can only hope that's enough,
From my fire's place.
Porcelain DollMore Like This
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.
A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place where light once shown,
Once graceful flight with song and dance,
A life of hope and true romance,
Now blundering falls and morbid display,
Where crystal tears fall every day,
A heartless place of death and disease,
Where evil comes and goes with ease.
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
Shattered dreams and timeless despair,
A radiant star, now void black hole,
Of TimeOf TimeMore Like This
Time is a curious thing. Time flows ever on, no matter what happens in life. Time changes people; time changes itself. I remember learning at a young age that time and space are interconnected, and some scientists hypothesize that time and space are in fact the same thing. People say that "time is money," yet time cannot be bought or sold. What is time?
I've thought about these concepts a lot over my 13 years of schooling about half of it was spent in Arizona while the other half was spent here in Ohio. And I've realized a few important things.
First, the scientists are right: time and space are the same thing. Space is what surrounds us, and time is what precedes and follows us. Time is merely a fourth dimension, seeing something change through the ages, watching a plant hatch from a seed and grow towards the sun. In kindergarten, I was just a yo
The Porcelain GirlThe dust rises in smoky spirals from the ancient shelfMore Like This
And ten thousand books lie unused, shrouded in stealth
And the girl is sitting by herself.
She has no time for the novels or history books
Her phone is her paramour and she gives no looks
To those who gawk at her.
Heaven help me, she sits like porcelain, about to break
In the black of her hair and clothing, she pools lake-
Tranquil in the seat, absorbed in her own reflection.
The distant roar of the winding road
And the sad fly-whining of the violin player on the corner
Break the sultry silence of the library and goad
The happy man to be a mourner.
Aye. I've seen her before
In Maude Gonne, too distant to be a friend
And too pretty to be a whore.
So I swallow my pride and pass her by
And she does likewise the same to me.
Drifting softlyAcross a crimsDrifting softlyMore Like This
Across a crimson sea
The sounds of time unwinding
For only you and me.
The rest of time is frozen
All around us drifting
As we dance in times last charade
Sing for Me.More Like This
A nocturnal creature,
he stays in the shadows.
Avoiding the curious eye.
Hide the scars beneath
a mask for those who try to pry.
Beneath the opera house
He's sneaky to haunt thy opera guest.
But there is a beauty there
to haunt him at his own request.
"Sing for me, release my tension."
The phantom bids his love.
Her voice calms his tortured soul,
and disgust for those above.
"Do they think themselves superior?"
He knows they be just lambs.
Little sheep to feed his lust for terror.
Let the fun begin.
His hate for others has grown to strong.
Shock fills the Phantom's eyes.
He's been destroying himself all along.
No longer hearing his lover's cries.
Back to darkness where he
feels he belongs.
No one can save him,
The phantom... is gone.
Wave The Red CloakYou try to steer me with your red cloakMore Like This
but I'm not here to entertain.
You lock me in your dungeon
but I'll break free from my chains.
You lash and crack your whip
but the beast cannot be tamed.
You withdraw food and water
but on vengeance, I'm sustained.
My withered body rises up
like a corpse from its grave.
I fling your whip into the sea
and watch it float away.
Liberated in every sense
I boast of my escape
by waving your scarlet cloak
in your bloodied, beaten face.
A Taimanin's Sacred Love - Chapter 5 ExcerptThere, she saw the man she loved in chains, spread against the wall, with his armor ripped off. His ribs broken and his chest bleeding with scars, one in particular looked bad stretching from his right armpit to the middle of his chest. Blood was dripping from it graadually.More Like This
"Neiyo!", "Mura-Murasaki." He murmured under his wheezing breath. "It's alright. We're getting you out of here." He groaned slightly as she tried lifting his arm "It- It was a trap. Asagi and Sakura are being... caught as we speak." "I... I don't have the energy... to do... anything. You... you need to kill me." Murasaki was startled. "Do what?!" she gasped. "I said kill me!... Do it! It... needs to be done!" She stepped back. "I won't do it! I love you!" she protested. "If you loved me... you'd do this so I... can help you!" He screamed with his last bit of energy. "If I must... but I don't want to." she said reluctantly. She lifted her axe up and plunged it into his chest.
A bright light spread from the wound, th
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeMore Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
RPG SongRPG SongMore Like This
© 2011 Alison Tibbens
Play with me
It's a world of pure imagination
Take this book; let me guide you
Through character creation
At an inn
A preliminary altercation
Barroom brawl; your first fight simulation
First you need a good set of dice
Plan your strategy, pursue it
Let the GM talk you through it
Roll the dice and see if you can do it
Friends with you
Join in to
Act their roles with joyful animation
When you play, you can be
Anything you wish to be
With your sword,
You can cut down any opposition
As a thief, you're a master
Of treasure acquisition
Be a mage
All the rage
Cast your spells with consummate precision
Show those orcs that they're no competition
You can be an elf or a faun
You can be a dwarf or human
Anything you want to, do, man
Let the RPG make you a new man
There is no
That can sate my fantasy addiction
RPG's let me be
Anything I wish to be
Fallen Into DarknessMore Like This
Fallen Into Darkness
I'm a dark void, my shadow casts its own shadow
And I'm too much of a coward to even try and turn back
I'm so bleak, because I've managed to create a new breed of sorrow
And I'd be a fool to even attempt to move out and into the blinding black
My mere gaze can darken the brightest tomorrow
That must be why I am destined to remain here forever
My life is unaware that death is what I yearn to give into
That's another reason to sever every bond for the better
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't take you down with me
Your kind strength and light is what I can no longer borrow
I am nothing but a doubled-edged sword, it is what I will always be
I'm regretfully swaying away from the promised path that I used to follow
But I assure you that I will be alright
So please remember you did everything you could
But I've already made up my mind
And you said every hopeful word
I wantI want to see her.More Like This
I want to touch her.
I want to kiss her.
I want to explore her.
I want to taste her.
I want to love her.
I want to be seen.
I want to be touched.
I want to be kissed.
I want to be explored.
I want to be tasted.
I want to be loved.
I want to be ME.
But I can't be ME.
I can't be free.
I can't be honest.
I can't be open.
I have to be fake.
I have to be chained.
I have to lie.
I have to hide.
I have to...
But I don't want to.
FsckAnd you're so fucking braveMore Like This
Behind that computer screen
So free of the blame
When you can't hear me scream
And don't you pretend
That you can't understand
When you sit up so high
You just extend the fall
You know you never lost at all...
Don't say I'm not sorry
When you can't see my eyes
I was too far gone
To distinguish the lies
Upset turns to rage
And I spite you with this pen
But for now I am broken
And the darks seeped in again
So don't tell me you hate me
From behind that screen
Don't tell me you hate me
When you can't see me scream
Missing YouMissing is a strange thingMore Like This
That I never thought applied to me
But now you've left, truly gone
I miss you with a fiery intensity
It burns and burns
It has no end
But when it comes down to it I know we're only friends
Missing is unfair
It creeps up sneakily behind me
And leaps to my side whenever you're not there
To hold my hand silently
I miss the warmth in your eyes
And the smile that plays on your lips
I miss fussing over your jumper, holding your hand and arguing over the colour of the sky
I just miss telling you things like this
There's a cold shiver this morning
Now I realise this is true
Please don't leave me now
Now I've fallen head over heels for you
2:30 AMit wasn't intentional of meMore Like This
to bare my walls to you.
i should have known you
would start planning how
to take my walls down at once
instead of one brick at a time.
i literally had no strength to
stop you from discovering
the sins i had committed to
see if i could cheat death again.
i am not ready to spill my
secrets at the struck of
midnight as the world continues
to fall apart around us.
it wasn't intentional of me
to breathe for you yet i am.
now i can't get enough of your
achromatic eyes cause you are
I know they sayI know they sayMore Like This
Even the deepest cuts
But it takes so much time
And I don't know if I can hold on
I know they say
Everything will be okay
But I'm not sure I want to
And I don't think
I'll get over you
I know they say
I have to be strong
But I'm not sure
I can fight
I was brokenI was broken.More Like This
My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke.
It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once.
No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years.
Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again.
And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway.
I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core.
The box was packed packed well.
And I made sure to not shake it too hard, because otherwise the splinters would hit me and it would hurt.
The pieces were only there only to serve one purpose; to fuel my inspiration for art.
It was the one thing that I did enjoy doing.
By the time I was 18 years old, I'd already seen so much in life, that I became numb to it.
And I was convinced that I would end up either
Darkness changes things.Why is it darkness?More Like This
Can anyone believe in light.
There doesn't have to be any fright.
What's happening to my old friends?
How come your so cruel and coldhearted?
Its the darkness it has gotten you and changed you from the inside out.
It's not worth being bad, it's not worth hurting yourself.
When truth is, your hurting me.
I wish we could hang out like we used to.
I miss your laugh, your nice smile.
Now, you make fun of me and critize me.
I just watch from the sidelines while you go down and fall.
Guess I can't do anything.
Please come back.