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Ever so apparent
Is this mess that I have made
In which nothing is coherent
Here's my silent serenade
To an ever changing system
With a constant wave of pain
It's the final fatal rhythm
That will push me once again
Towards an edge that's drawing nearer
And a pool of placid red
Everything will be much clearer
Once you've seen the words I've bled
Through a tip of pen or pencil
Onto numerous sheets of white
Where my life is but a stencil
Never changing, never right
Never looking for the better
Only speaking of the worst
Like a cry for help or letter
From the Wicked to the Cursed
The end is seeming closer
With my patience growing thin
Suddenly I'm not so sure
Of strength I hold within
Along with all the nightmares
And the fears that sleep inside
Of failure and the tears
That make me feel I've been denied
Of everything I've wished for
And all I wanted to be
Engulfed within a blackened core
For only I to see
There's truth within these words I speak
There's sorrow in my mind
My body is becoming weak
My thoughts becoming blind
With the hand of death upon me
And the darkness growing strong
I take one final breath to see
That now there's nothing wrong
- by Systematical Chaos |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/23/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Werestar - 01/23/2009
- I really like it, it makes sense and has a good flow.
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