Apr 26, 2004 19:15
THis pen this ink a passage way from my mind...these lights these burns these cuts, they all breed insanity and frustration.
I twist and turn in my nightmares wake up only to be in another, this world these people a non reality these min. these moments a figment of imagination...lost souly on your brain.
I see the future and the pain it will cause me and make another cut.
Another wound of my tattered body. bring this love down from heaven bring this hate back down to hell.
Live my life in lost perfection i want to dwell among them...i want to hear their cries.
Another day pretending to care, another teacher pretending to live, we are all dying slowly...
Look to the bottle it brings my only moments of pleasure...bring back my powder it keeps me smiling...
I want this life of imperfection and who are you to say im dying? when u look in the mirror and see nothing but words...
Do you tell yourself you better and keep moving? or are you alone wish i would give you a sip...
Hypocrites and liars they will soon figure out...the price of living is in dying...im just helping myself out....