New rant
I wrote this rant tonight..ive been having a great time lastley with everything.....i wish i could have the power to figure out things. But oh well..here it is.
my soul is on fire, i can hear it cry, how dense the stars look i nwhat i know is a vastly sky. the crackling sounds behind me i hear, but there is no need for fear. On some nights as i sit and cry, i wonder how i'll die, and if i'll be surprised. I wish my pain would surpass me, no more glass to cut me. the night is young and so am i, but it doesnt mean i cant say goodbye.
Cant you hear me wont you listen, my only wish now would be to glisten. My soul is hot, but my lullaby is old, everyday i rewind it in my head, but what lullaby is this, more like a clown laughing at me for something i'll never have, tis only a piece of paper u see, that only words beckon to be free...the more i read what i say it doesnt make sense, but what in life does make sense.
The crackling is still coming near, trying to see my fear. Then will it only appear, that this particular will to live will just disappear. This passage or rant is getting longer, tis only a piece of paper you see, that keeps me from being so lonely and free. Let my soul just chrival and die..just let me fly
my soul is on fire, i can hear it cry, how dense the stars look i nwhat i know is a vastly sky. the crackling sounds behind me i hear, but there is no need for fear. On some nights as i sit and cry, i wonder how i'll die, and if i'll be surprised. I wish my pain would surpass me, no more glass to cut me. the night is young and so am i, but it doesnt mean i cant say goodbye.
Cant you hear me wont you listen, my only wish now would be to glisten. My soul is hot, but my lullaby is old, everyday i rewind it in my head, but what lullaby is this, more like a clown laughing at me for something i'll never have, tis only a piece of paper u see, that only words beckon to be free...the more i read what i say it doesnt make sense, but what in life does make sense.
The crackling is still coming near, trying to see my fear. Then will it only appear, that this particular will to live will just disappear. This passage or rant is getting longer, tis only a piece of paper you see, that keeps me from being so lonely and free. Let my soul just chrival and die..just let me fly