Nothing to hold
Nothing to say
Everything in her
Has turned to gray
No more nothing talk
Til midnight ending in trust
She must fix this, she must
Pain won't stop, it hurts, it hurts
Walking the stone line
Knowing it's all not fine
It's only a sign
It's a matter of time
Pain won't stop, she's numb, she's numb
Content with the dark
She walks the stone line
Knowing it's not far
Wearing black and thinking darker
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Wishing for the day she flies
Drop the soil and a flower
Shed a tear and head in sorrow
Walk the stone line, wait for tomorrow
Pain won't stop, it hurts, it hurts
Walking the stone line
She knows it's only a sign
And God knows it's only a matter of time
She won't stop, She's numb, She hurts
So ready for the dark
She walks the stone line
Away from this world
And into the light
Black dress on the bed
32 bullets and a bottle of Jack
Pillow under the tears
It's over now, nothing to fear
Eyes red, She screams
Out of this world and into the dream
It's only a dream...
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Painting
He stands up the easel and lifts up a fresh canvas. He sees the picture, the woman he always sees when he closes his eyes. If it weren't for the possible color discrepancies he could paint the image blindfolded.
First he paints the outline of her face, with every stroke is another quality that he has never seen nor anyone else has. With every passing moment his eyes sink deeper into his work. He is no longer holding the brush, it is holding him.
Next in the painting is her figure, he sees it so vividly in his mind. Her body is flawless in his eyes. When she is around, his eyes never stray. With every swipe is another mark of perfection.... This is his painting, he sees it as just that.
Now that the outlines and not so basic features of her has been laid out, he begins to add her color. He may be painting between the lines but in his mind this is no longer a painting.
He is slowing shaping her personality, as he paints her smile.He adds her intellect as he sculpts the expression on her face.Finally the love she has for him, with the way he has her eyes staring right back at him.
After hours of painting that seemed graceful and intricate at the same time, he is finished. She's beautiful. This is a piece of art that will hang on his wall for a very long time...A year goes by and there the painting stands. He keeps it in his room but since he keeps his windows open at night. It has become jaded from the weather outside of their existence.
Afraid to lose the ambiance of the painting he always touches it up when it seems to be compromised. Without knowing it however, he subtly changes each feature trying to keep it the same.
Some time passes and after all minor rectifications the painting is no longer what it used to be. The smile with the temperament may not be the same. The figure that seemed so perfect before is no more than ordinary.
None of this bothers him because the eyes of the painting still look at him the same way. Through all this time and aging, that's all that matters.
One morning he awakes.Walking by that painting he has held so dear for so long. He notices the eyes have finally faded. With tears in his eyes and a brush in hand, he takes a few strokes and covers the eyes.
With the best intentions, he has covered or replaced every blemish that seemed to be perfect before. Her personality has faded over time, so he would fruitlessly try to replicate the colors. The painting is no longer what it was.
Now broken hearted he stares at what his painting has become.He doesn't want to believe it, but his work of art has now once again become an empty canvas...
First he paints the outline of her face, with every stroke is another quality that he has never seen nor anyone else has. With every passing moment his eyes sink deeper into his work. He is no longer holding the brush, it is holding him.
Next in the painting is her figure, he sees it so vividly in his mind. Her body is flawless in his eyes. When she is around, his eyes never stray. With every swipe is another mark of perfection.... This is his painting, he sees it as just that.
Now that the outlines and not so basic features of her has been laid out, he begins to add her color. He may be painting between the lines but in his mind this is no longer a painting.
He is slowing shaping her personality, as he paints her smile.He adds her intellect as he sculpts the expression on her face.Finally the love she has for him, with the way he has her eyes staring right back at him.
After hours of painting that seemed graceful and intricate at the same time, he is finished. She's beautiful. This is a piece of art that will hang on his wall for a very long time...A year goes by and there the painting stands. He keeps it in his room but since he keeps his windows open at night. It has become jaded from the weather outside of their existence.
Afraid to lose the ambiance of the painting he always touches it up when it seems to be compromised. Without knowing it however, he subtly changes each feature trying to keep it the same.
Some time passes and after all minor rectifications the painting is no longer what it used to be. The smile with the temperament may not be the same. The figure that seemed so perfect before is no more than ordinary.
None of this bothers him because the eyes of the painting still look at him the same way. Through all this time and aging, that's all that matters.
One morning he awakes.Walking by that painting he has held so dear for so long. He notices the eyes have finally faded. With tears in his eyes and a brush in hand, he takes a few strokes and covers the eyes.
With the best intentions, he has covered or replaced every blemish that seemed to be perfect before. Her personality has faded over time, so he would fruitlessly try to replicate the colors. The painting is no longer what it was.
Now broken hearted he stares at what his painting has become.He doesn't want to believe it, but his work of art has now once again become an empty canvas...
Monday, August 15, 2011
Hide
I can't heal this
I've destroyed everything around us
Turn your head, look away
Didn't want you to see this
I'm broken, I'm afraid
Can't let you see me weak
Pride has ruined it all again
Sorry for the sickness
Cannot overcome this
The only cure
Is this addiction to liquor and adrenaline
They're the only things that take the pain away
I wish I knew what was wrong with me
Tired, dizzy, unfocused, lacking morality and direction
Need a name for this infection
Consuming me, I distance myself
From everyone I love
Sorry to all that I love, I can't let you see me like this...
I've destroyed everything around us
Turn your head, look away
Didn't want you to see this
I'm broken, I'm afraid
Can't let you see me weak
Pride has ruined it all again
Sorry for the sickness
Cannot overcome this
The only cure
Is this addiction to liquor and adrenaline
They're the only things that take the pain away
I wish I knew what was wrong with me
Tired, dizzy, unfocused, lacking morality and direction
Need a name for this infection
Consuming me, I distance myself
From everyone I love
Sorry to all that I love, I can't let you see me like this...
Monday, May 16, 2011
Leave It Behind
Scream in anger
Shatter the glass
See it's over now or
Live in the past
Stare at the water
Looking for direction
There is no reflection
Ceased to be?
Will you cry for me?
Is your pain worth my life?
When you see the ground where I lay
Will my point finally be made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, sin, do it over again
See you later, bye
Suffer long before you die
Cry in resentment
Shatter the mirror
Vision of yourself
No longer clear
Its just begun
Followed wherever you run
Hearing the voice
Listening for advice
Proud of your vice?
Was your pain worth my life?
Saw the ground where I lay
Was my point ever fucking made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, repent, do it over again
See you later, bye
Start anew before I
I tear you apart from the inside
Selfish actions meant for other cries
Don't let me win, it wasn't your fault
Don't let me in, I don't belong
Live your life, I was wrong
My suffering, my end is mine
Forever gone but never far behind
Shatter the glass
See it's over now or
Live in the past
Stare at the water
Looking for direction
There is no reflection
Ceased to be?
Will you cry for me?
Is your pain worth my life?
When you see the ground where I lay
Will my point finally be made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, sin, do it over again
See you later, bye
Suffer long before you die
Cry in resentment
Shatter the mirror
Vision of yourself
No longer clear
Its just begun
Followed wherever you run
Hearing the voice
Listening for advice
Proud of your vice?
Was your pain worth my life?
Saw the ground where I lay
Was my point ever fucking made?
Cower, depress, sleep
Wake up, repent, do it over again
See you later, bye
Start anew before I
I tear you apart from the inside
Selfish actions meant for other cries
Don't let me win, it wasn't your fault
Don't let me in, I don't belong
Live your life, I was wrong
My suffering, my end is mine
Forever gone but never far behind
Monday, March 28, 2011
Devil's World
To be an angel in a devil's world
Is to offer your life to a sinner
pray for the mercy of a saint
Look at the suffering, look at the hate
the picture of our lives is discolored and faint
Will you give today away
just to see tonight
out of body, out of sight
I wont see you on the other side
I am the halo above the horns
the scripture thats never sworn
the crying scream
tears and bloodin your sinister dream
I am calling
can you hear me, I'm falling
I wont see you where I fall
Voices piercing your soul
Bringing you to your knees
Don't look up for forgiveness
No one will hear your cries
All you you've ever wanted
all you ever need
is nothing but fire
for your soul to be burned
Mind
Inhale
Flash
Here I am wandering
Wandering through the mist
Lonely, lost
Wondering, am I missed?
I can see you there
Waiting, watching I scream, help me
You hear me
But you're not listening
As I descend further into the cloud
I realize I need you here
I need you now
Please oh please, won't you see
What's in front of you, what is me
Isn't how it looks, what it seems
Reach your hand out to touch my face
I'm there but you do not feel my place
Wherever this is, you're here
But not with me
Help me
You're here
Flash
Exhale
My eyes in the reflection
Yours behind me
Hand runs down my shoulder
I splash my face with water
Back to bed
Goodnight
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Silence Kill
You tell me a lie
You must not believe it yourself
It's a different story everytime
Silence is my only way
It kills me inside
Not man enough to put you in your place
I'll disappear
Caught you in lies
No discussion
Seen it in your eyes
You hate me
I understand
I hate you
You should too
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