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So many questions... | ||||||
No attachments I feel empty, and hollow no sorrows no smiles just an incrediable void I wonder how long it will last no matter what I think about no anger no crying should I be bothered by this? all the things that used to wound me most they don't feel like they matter anymore I feel like I could walk away from everyone and everything leave all and anything walk forever with no place to go... as if nothing matters as if I have nothing to loose but I think I do friends, family? education, a future? maybe deep down I feel like I don't have any of those things is that wrong of me? |
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My Weeping Song This is my weeping song my verses drawn and long For every song that has ever been sung of light and the dawn that have hid away all the tears wrung and for all the tears that have yet to come this is my weeping song This is my weeping song for all my lovers that have gone eachtime I was drawn to a vistage of love only to be broken left crying like a mourning dove and for all out there who can only pray to the above this is my weeping song This is my weeping song for all the lives undone for each soul that was forced anon that was ready not yet to be gone and for all the children who wished they wern't born this is my weeping song This is my weeping song My verses drawn and long For every woe that is wisked away hidden by emotions bright as day and for every smile that has faded away this is my weeping song |
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A Page of Double and Hidden Meanings Always now never then who knows how, if, or when? blue days dark nights what's in grasp? what's in sight? what are you? what am I? Ruled by a sun, or ruled by the sky? do you understand my words in this the world is a dream and dreams are a amiss define reality define truth is what I see as blue, what you see as blue too? what is it that drives us.. to search for an end? and if we stand at an ending Is it eaiser to begin? pay me no heed I, simple in my youth why should my words matter to you? a young girl in a coffee shop an already dark outlook pulled futher down in my world of words... is anything sound? |
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