(no subject)
as I stood demanding
my will it was comanding
bow down and give in
give in and let this pain win
to fall to pieces, bloody pieces
as I stood-a-standing
my heart I was abandoning
hearing your breath
feeling your ice cold touch
all this pain sudenly became too much
crumble crumble I fall
groud catches me as I fall
down I went like I was hell bent
fallen to the ground and laying in a mound
eyes open marveling by what I had just found
a piece of me I had left my last time down
a part of me that had been tied down
every blurred by my tears
and body shaking from my fears
I reach out and watch it crumble
grasped it with my fist as it falls to pieces
sifts through my mortal hands
like it was hells own sand
burning my hand it leaves it mark
Reeling back in pain it is suddenly clear
everytime I fall a piece of me crumbles
time again I am on the ground
another part fades away
decides to stay
back on my feet ill be less of a man
maybe that is the master plan
falling apart till their are no pieces to re-assemble
looking in the mirror I dont resemble
the handsome bouy I once was
I am the form of a broken man
broken from all these falls
this could quite possibly be my last post for a while, we will see what she thinks tomorrow
my will it was comanding
bow down and give in
give in and let this pain win
to fall to pieces, bloody pieces
as I stood-a-standing
my heart I was abandoning
hearing your breath
feeling your ice cold touch
all this pain sudenly became too much
crumble crumble I fall
groud catches me as I fall
down I went like I was hell bent
fallen to the ground and laying in a mound
eyes open marveling by what I had just found
a piece of me I had left my last time down
a part of me that had been tied down
every blurred by my tears
and body shaking from my fears
I reach out and watch it crumble
grasped it with my fist as it falls to pieces
sifts through my mortal hands
like it was hells own sand
burning my hand it leaves it mark
Reeling back in pain it is suddenly clear
everytime I fall a piece of me crumbles
time again I am on the ground
another part fades away
decides to stay
back on my feet ill be less of a man
maybe that is the master plan
falling apart till their are no pieces to re-assemble
looking in the mirror I dont resemble
the handsome bouy I once was
I am the form of a broken man
broken from all these falls
this could quite possibly be my last post for a while, we will see what she thinks tomorrow