HUM, ANY THOUGHTS ON THIS PIECE OF CRAP I WROTE?
Fly around with your dirty wings.
You look down upon with the spit of your voice saying nasty things.
Whispering, I call out to the one I hear,
But nothing, no one, nobody’s beside me but my very own tears.
Thoughts flow in and out of my head,
As I quietly lay in bed…
You lie to me, you float above me,
You speak only bad horrible things…
My life is slowly fading as I watch
You are waiting, to take my soul take my body and use it for all time,
But don’t fail me now, for I know your dirty tricks of mind
Your black wings are spreading open as though to scare me,
I am frightened not scared; I promise you know I will never be,
Someone who flies above living creatures, I will never scare them to believe
That someone is better because they live high,
I will never give in, even after I die.
You and your dirty wings,
Spiting out those nasty things,
You and your rough hands that reach down toward me,
You and your sharp teeth can never bit my wings…
I will always have something you don’t…
Feet.
Feet for me to run away from you and your ugly ways.
Feet to keep me on the ground, far from your above place.
Feet to help me walk past the one with the dirty wings that are above my head,
Feet to help me move on from the spiting voice saying nasty things.
You and your dirty wings can now fly away, because for me, it has been a long day.
You look down upon with the spit of your voice saying nasty things.
Whispering, I call out to the one I hear,
But nothing, no one, nobody’s beside me but my very own tears.
Thoughts flow in and out of my head,
As I quietly lay in bed…
You lie to me, you float above me,
You speak only bad horrible things…
My life is slowly fading as I watch
You are waiting, to take my soul take my body and use it for all time,
But don’t fail me now, for I know your dirty tricks of mind
Your black wings are spreading open as though to scare me,
I am frightened not scared; I promise you know I will never be,
Someone who flies above living creatures, I will never scare them to believe
That someone is better because they live high,
I will never give in, even after I die.
You and your dirty wings,
Spiting out those nasty things,
You and your rough hands that reach down toward me,
You and your sharp teeth can never bit my wings…
I will always have something you don’t…
Feet.
Feet for me to run away from you and your ugly ways.
Feet to keep me on the ground, far from your above place.
Feet to help me walk past the one with the dirty wings that are above my head,
Feet to help me move on from the spiting voice saying nasty things.
You and your dirty wings can now fly away, because for me, it has been a long day.