DeaD|PoeT
01-26-2009, 08:44 AM
If I slit my wrist my arm my leg I wouldn’t laugh I wouldn’t beg, id lay there silent sit there tough id cut again its never enough. I listen to the words you scream as we were one a united team. But then it gave as days pass slow, the wisdom grew for all to know, and when the silence broke its clone was you not I that threw the stone.
Shattering like a glass in time, a simple glitch with out a rhyme, unlit lantern covered in dust a supped up car dressed in rust. The broken tree that grew so green like a smothered dried up empty stream the way the lights flicker now because there going slowly out.
I sit here silent with out a voice with out the words to make the choice, I slide again across my skin the parting flesh makes me cringe blood red tears line my lap and others watching refuse to clap, some thing lively twisted dead, was no cut but an empty head.
Silence feels an open room the days are numbered days of gloom, those happy smiles once were there but neither give nor either care. Simple wishes vanish past the future came in but did not last. With every light in deep dark moon, a new rhythm a new tune, plays along a broken sound from speakers blasting with out a pound. Hammers of heavy and hearts of weak close there eyes refuse to peak, the wisdom of a thousand lies was once the truth and once goodbye. Before we speak another word listen deep to hear this bird. A song so sweet shall lay the sky so passion sweat cant help but cry. And before the red sun drops. Another end to another stop.
I build this world from what I know a son of looser who learned to grow, hands rough torn with cuts, busy people think he’s nuts, misty minds with un focused fear send the lion to kill the dear, without a question on who was right the life was slaughtered deep in the night, as the plans of life and love grew to some thing more then mud, a cherry drop of red sweet wine travels down to attack and bind, a bloody fool whose life was grand has lost a bet with out a hand.
Two sad tears run down his cheek, most ignore they can not see. There is some thing wrong nothings right, his passions gone hes lost his sight. The sun has hid behind the sky they see him well they see his lie. Torn inside with every thought, smothering by the cold that’s hot. A fire burns inside his heart he can not live nor try to start.
Shattering like a glass in time, a simple glitch with out a rhyme, unlit lantern covered in dust a supped up car dressed in rust. The broken tree that grew so green like a smothered dried up empty stream the way the lights flicker now because there going slowly out.
I sit here silent with out a voice with out the words to make the choice, I slide again across my skin the parting flesh makes me cringe blood red tears line my lap and others watching refuse to clap, some thing lively twisted dead, was no cut but an empty head.
Silence feels an open room the days are numbered days of gloom, those happy smiles once were there but neither give nor either care. Simple wishes vanish past the future came in but did not last. With every light in deep dark moon, a new rhythm a new tune, plays along a broken sound from speakers blasting with out a pound. Hammers of heavy and hearts of weak close there eyes refuse to peak, the wisdom of a thousand lies was once the truth and once goodbye. Before we speak another word listen deep to hear this bird. A song so sweet shall lay the sky so passion sweat cant help but cry. And before the red sun drops. Another end to another stop.
I build this world from what I know a son of looser who learned to grow, hands rough torn with cuts, busy people think he’s nuts, misty minds with un focused fear send the lion to kill the dear, without a question on who was right the life was slaughtered deep in the night, as the plans of life and love grew to some thing more then mud, a cherry drop of red sweet wine travels down to attack and bind, a bloody fool whose life was grand has lost a bet with out a hand.
Two sad tears run down his cheek, most ignore they can not see. There is some thing wrong nothings right, his passions gone hes lost his sight. The sun has hid behind the sky they see him well they see his lie. Torn inside with every thought, smothering by the cold that’s hot. A fire burns inside his heart he can not live nor try to start.