Sit in my room contemplating my life "Is it really worth all this trouble?" Look at the razor and wish for it to slide across my skin Like a paintbrush sliding across a eisel Paint the masterpeace stained in blood Watch it drip and count the drops Lets make a record get the high score This world wasnt meant for those who cant fight At least those who cant fight for the one's they love I lie in the bed gripping my bleeding arm "why did I do that it was so stupid..." It wasnt stupid it was rational Simple deduction that if in world everything has a place Mine was being taken over by another omni-prescent power and I cant fight it ill just sit in the rain doubting my whole lifeHide the scars and build the bars Iron bar's around my heart and cloth around my wounds until one day I completely fade away under the iron bar's and theirs no more bandages for my wounds
Dameon the -V- · Fri Nov 16, 2007 @ 04:13am · 3 Comments |