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Dec 19, 2004 11:18

Striving for air
Because my hands feel so bare
Is it rare?
Rare to feel this way
All tied up, and in decay
In the night and during the day
Yours words vibrate
And cause me to hate
Time will isolate
My emotions
And spell-bound commotions
Then there's nothing but static motions
Here I am, to and fro
Covered in bricks from head to toe
I need to learn to just say no
Pain from a chipped vertebrea
Strikes every time you say
You only cause further dismay
I must fight
But I don't experience such great height
Always making my skin blister white
I must prevail
But you cause me to fail
Avoiding much detail
You make me sick
Sick to the stomach, making me want to kick
Kick you in the face, leaving you tick
Tick tock, tick tock
My mind is like a hawk
With only one sight, the sight of a lock
I feel like death
Or strung out on meth
High fevers and common theft
Your presence used to capture me
But now I'm up to my knees
And captured by my zees
Ripped my heart out
And counting the bullets in small amount
If I pull the trigger and tap out
Will everything be worth it?
Have I taken enough hits?
Fuck, I'll just drink and sit
Wither my life
Instead of taking a knife
I lead a catastrophic life
I'll stab my heart out with tears
Pull out my hair
Stress, hate and rage wears
All because of you
Not just a chosen few
Your vemon, fuck you
I can't sit and ponder
Must go beyond and wonder
And find a counter
Make me laugh, you coward
I'm heading forward
And can't afford
Betrayal is a wake up call
Awaiting the fall
Aren't you just a doll?!
The bottom I anticipate
The bird with no wings nor fate
It's coming late
I'm starting to feel a little better
Now that I've met her
Lips become wetter
But I'm still dry
I'm not going to lie
...my my my
I'm still the no winged bird
Soaring down and never heard
It's kind of absurb
I don't think I'll ever hit ground
I don't think I'll ever see sound
I'm still found
Striving for air
Because my hands feel so bare
Is it rare?
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