i wish i knewA place to rest and believe in detest,with my thoughts and my dreams,and things that cannot be seen.I also deny the reasons as to why,I may not be real,and I like to detest the reasons I feel.And what is my purpose?I really want to know,to feel better by myself together with others.I talk to myself,and I wait for replies,but when I talk with me I know my thoughts as to why.I still want to hear a voice other than mine,and still with my lonelyness,people won't even mind.They think that I'm weird,but when I'm talking to me,I make sense and have no reason to defy the reasons why.I agree with me,but I still need to know,what is my purpose to me which is not known?Am I here for a reason?is it worth while for you?can I still believe in the things thought not to be true?I want to believe that I have a reason,but to my question I ask,I still haven't an answer as to why.
Bubonic PlagueListening to people say,things that I couldn't care less about.But some how they break me,from inside not out.I can't care about it anymore,I'm just going to give.I don't matter to them,it's all a because I won't fit in.I won't because I can't,no I will not belong to them.
nothing more to be hopedLife was nothing more than what I had hoped,nothing added,nothing left to desire,nothing but me.I've lived my life for all that had been,day to day,minute to minute,time to time.Given to worthy causes,not selfish,nor greedy,not wanting.I want to add to others lives,make them happy,make them shine,make them mine.I don't want me anymore,I'm nothing left to be,I don't want this body anymore,I want to escape from me.I know I can fly,I want to get by,I want to get happy,I want to die.With my last words,I leave this world,My minds in a deadly whirl,I can't escape my mindless world.I'm trapped,Lost and unfound,captured without release,I can't feel anything beneath.I'm falling now,and theres now way out,I can't discover how,but there's a way to be free.
its all been done beforeAlong this formed,unragged path we walk,We enjoy originality,and the things that make us different.Repetitive in everyway,every single little thing.Walking where others have been,sitting where other's sat.Thinking of expression through fasion,really its a composite sketch.Knowing your repeating,if not actions of others then your own,Its all just a composite sketch,nothing new is known.
That Poor Little GirlOnce opon a time,a poor little girl laid awake and she cried,her fait was inevitable,she wanted to die,the poor little girl,away she did fly.Her mother's unstable,love she's uncapable,uncaring, unstable, unkind.Their life was a hell,her mother's body,she did sell,the poor little girl,was in hell.The blame was on her,her mother said,"Your the problem I have,the only one there is""But mother,my only fault was of birth,it's not mine its yours,your the reason you hurt.""This may be true,but I regret my decisions,I fear I'm unstable,our lives are collisions.""There is away around this,oh mother please listen,I realize my life was a miss,but I can move away from this place,oh please listen.""I'm sorry my daughter,but I must do what I do,one of us will die tonight,either me or you.""But with my future ahead,I can't let you do this me,kill yourself,and let me be."And with these last words,the mother did die,'twas her salvation,the only pathed that she
FridayI sat in bedawake I layed,untill a demon woke me up,and shouted out my name.Dreading my walk,a walked to salvation,a room of the living,scattered with dead.Thoughts of the day,layed on my path,a unwanted motivation,a desired celebration.Completion of life,signified a awakening,told my body to move,and await confontations.Work in its majesty,so good for the heart,breaking my spirit,and makes my day dark.Dragging my legs,alone in my way,a moved unwillingly,dreamingly dead.My salvation comes,but only once a year,a desired and human fear,alone on my way.The end of the week,the days that we seek,tired and usually dreaming,for the week 'tis only leaving.
a million thingsI'm drowning in dark,but a million things can't save me.Done and finished, broke and completed,but a million things can't fix me.Drawn into life by a shinning little heart, erased by a thousand of dark,but a million things can't bring me back.Completely empty inside, but I still find my way home,but a million things can't guide me.Unfeeling, unkind and a entirely crazy,but a million things can't help me.Down beyond any repair,but still a litttle thing can save me.Rusted and misused,but still a little thing can fix me.Lost in my world,but still a little thing can bring me back.Off the path of any revival,but still a little thing can guide me.Sinking in fire, down for the day,but still a little thing can help me.
Rise Devine SoulColorful souls beneath jealous bodies,trapped by a human world,Damaged by tribal jealousy,captured by bodily envy,but denying the body of basic wants,selective people gain control of minds,fight the disires which claim us human,let colorful souls rise.
Method of Death :: RevisedAbstract thoughts are flowing now,like the rivers in my head are going down,things havn't meaning, yet seem extra nice,like vicious thoughts of smashing mice.I feel controlled, yet rebel from my eyes,I want to run away and then somehow hide,unkind enimies, everyone knows the kind,you can't see them, but you want them to die.The unseen eyes, behind your viel,testing you to see when you fail,like small frozen rains with hail,broken system, down during the sale.Broke in a dream,you want to buy the one thing that cannot be seen,willing you sit, anxiously mean,you want to wait until it is seen.You can't break free,its an endless sea,things pile, and you grow,starved by what the wind has blown.Two used to be used again,broken system, its down again,unfixed cells, and damaged DNA,chemicals are uselss once again.Sliding to one side,homicidal in your own eyes,broken and reprogrammed,eventually your old and die.
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