Living is Dyingliving is a nuisance, it burns like fire to live throughout each day knowing thou has come so far and accomplished so little. life is an irony, for living is dying. one cannot have an existence without at least once in that time frame, dying for something either pointless or overly important. death bestows it's awful gifts upon us every day we wake. someone, something, anything can kill us each day, making this so called life, nothing but death in actuality. every tear that has ever rained down from thine eyes is a death, a loss of living, of caring. each and every scar thou has ever obtained through battle, conflict, or self mutilation is a sign of a death, a death of soul. though we apparently consider this frame of mortality "life" it however, is not. it is death. we may still breathe, still think, still have a heart beat, but we are not truly alive for we have died so many times in this existence. when thee bleeds, it is not merely blood that drips from thy wounds, it is
Memories of PainMemories of PainI look at you and I see painA memory of sadness surfaces againI'd love to take away your hurtHeal all of what's been injuredThis revived memory pressures meTo make you see as I seeI'd love to ask you whyYou so often bow your head and cryI'd like to just reach inside youAnd make you see you like I doI'd love to wash away those yearsThat have come to bring you so many tearsI look into your eyesAnd I see your pain never diesI'd love to make things right for youTo make you feel like you want toThese memories of yours are hauntingI can see they are still tauntingI'd love to destroy all of themTo make you happy, to destroy the problem.
Imaginative Mind SetHidden within the mind there is a tiny little resort, which we all tend to reside to during moments of anxiety or confusion. It is here, where everything we love is kept, and everything we fear is held at bay. It is not located within the subconscious nor is it within the fully awakened mind. This nominal world is held somewhere on the in-between. A world like this is not part of the mortal realm, which we call reality. We can't call it an immortal realm, although for some it may seem to be, but it cannot be for it lies within the body of a living being. Although it does not have any physical properties, it can create objects that can be seen, touched, heard, and even felt. Many would say that such a place should be left to children, but many who have grown still rely on this place for their lively hood. Every living creature has a place within their bodies such as this, although some cannot use it in such a fashion as humans can. This is the place where invention, religion, a
The Pain of RememberingPain of RememberingAs I have sat her so oftenRemembering my pastIt amazes me how muchI tend to look backYear after yearThis is where i sitAlways rememberingWanting to reminisceSo many memoriesTo many of them badSo very few are goodAnd to many are sadOften times i thoughtWhy do i continue rememberingAnd always the same answerComes back echoingIt is the longingFor what i could not haveAnd it is the longingFor what i once hadEven sitting here nowI think of what i\'ve lostIt\'s a very harsh realityWith a very painful costKnowing so much thatIs left far behindMakes me rememberHow i was so stupid and blind.
FUCK YOU DAMN ITFuck YOUI'd like to say thank youAnd I'd like to say fuck youI thank you for one thing onlyAnd that was making me seeThat you are a stupid ninnyAnd I'd like to say fuck youBecause of all the evil shit you doThat makes me want to kill youSo fuck you, you're just a disgraceYou're stupid too and butt ugly in the faceYou stupid fuck go awayI don't need your shit todaySo fuck you damn itFuck you and you're hissy fitStop annoying the hell out of meJust get the fuck away and leave me be.
Dead Like an AngelDead Like an AngelI wish I could just fallJump off this 10-story buildingBecause I want to be your angelI want to be your guardianAnd if I were to dieI could watch you all the timeTo make sure that you're alrightAnd in moments of sadness, hold you very tightYou wouldn't know I was thereBut I'd always be watching youBecause I truly care for youAnd because I truly love youI wish I could just die for youIt'd be a tad easier on meIf I could see if you were happySo then I wouldn't have to worryBut because I am not deadAnd I am not yet your angelI fear for you each nightAnd hope that you'll be alrightI wish I were dead like an angelSo I could keep you from painSo I could protect you from harmAnd always keep you sane.