Post by Prez Sonya Sniper on Sept 25, 2006 20:35:35 GMT -5
Through falling rain drops and black clouds
It may seem I've lost my way
In truth, I suppose I am right where I should be
Then again, I am not happy with this place
A certain scent hangs in the air stealing life
I cant seem to hang on as things rush away
Even now everything slips away like puddy on the wall
My worth seems to deminish more every day.
Everything I once held near and dear is gone
Old friends arent there and new friends tend to be lost
I've been the strong one all my life, alway looking up
Up is a place I only see, down is where I shall remain
In the future my place is certain, just like everyone's
The grave is the only thing to look foreward too
Cowardance isnt my way and will never be
All I want is a rest, a break from all the bad things
If everything bad in the world could happen to one soul
I'd know that soul, and when they jumped off a building
I'd be there to hit my knees and sob
Tears is all there is in this world, love isnt always
I could Solemnly cry out in the dead of night
"Don't die before me!" Another secret of the shadows
Should I linger there, away from the living
My world would be so bleak but something has to be done
Everyone leaves us one way or another
They live inside us, through us, but slowly die
Why be the strong one in this world of death?
Who do the strong have to turn too?
Honestly I know the answer now as the blade shines
The strong keep it within slowly weaking themselves
Believe it or not the dead would have died long ago
The blade is cold, but I'm already dead, thats my gift
The live and death of many are determined by us
We are among you, taking in everything
Your every fear and cry is heard by us as we listen
Slowly you kill us and leave us without hope
Tears in the darkness are heard only by shadows
Darkness holds us close as we tremble and sob
Light isnt an option to us, for we arent weak
We could never ask for people to listen or hold us
So unto you, all of you, I give my gift...
The gifts of the strong are all the same
The blade slices the skin and blood falls in many drops
My gift is wrote in blood, through blood you can see it
--25 Sept 2006
It may seem I've lost my way
In truth, I suppose I am right where I should be
Then again, I am not happy with this place
A certain scent hangs in the air stealing life
I cant seem to hang on as things rush away
Even now everything slips away like puddy on the wall
My worth seems to deminish more every day.
Everything I once held near and dear is gone
Old friends arent there and new friends tend to be lost
I've been the strong one all my life, alway looking up
Up is a place I only see, down is where I shall remain
In the future my place is certain, just like everyone's
The grave is the only thing to look foreward too
Cowardance isnt my way and will never be
All I want is a rest, a break from all the bad things
If everything bad in the world could happen to one soul
I'd know that soul, and when they jumped off a building
I'd be there to hit my knees and sob
Tears is all there is in this world, love isnt always
I could Solemnly cry out in the dead of night
"Don't die before me!" Another secret of the shadows
Should I linger there, away from the living
My world would be so bleak but something has to be done
Everyone leaves us one way or another
They live inside us, through us, but slowly die
Why be the strong one in this world of death?
Who do the strong have to turn too?
Honestly I know the answer now as the blade shines
The strong keep it within slowly weaking themselves
Believe it or not the dead would have died long ago
The blade is cold, but I'm already dead, thats my gift
The live and death of many are determined by us
We are among you, taking in everything
Your every fear and cry is heard by us as we listen
Slowly you kill us and leave us without hope
Tears in the darkness are heard only by shadows
Darkness holds us close as we tremble and sob
Light isnt an option to us, for we arent weak
We could never ask for people to listen or hold us
So unto you, all of you, I give my gift...
The gifts of the strong are all the same
The blade slices the skin and blood falls in many drops
My gift is wrote in blood, through blood you can see it
--25 Sept 2006