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| Emotions Emotions, what a fickle thing fleetingly they rule you then flee the repercussions Pain, anger, love, happiness, confusion Memories are the same Shadows that glimmer in your head that will stay with you until your dead But why does the past hold such power, Slave to long gone chains Still shackled in your mind, so you never break free Doctors claim they hold they key Instead they add their own demons Yet you must see them for the pills Magical pills promise relief Where's my relief? Held in the kitchen drawer, Beckoning to draw what is hidden, Locked away in my life force Freed my pain bleeds flowingly, only to return when bandaged. Such power does that sharp blade holds Release, pain, life, death But I am locked from it By the pain of my family and friends They hurt when I bleed I wish it wasn't so I wish a lot of things But dreams don't come true They taunt you Claiming better things exist Then they fly away laughing Mocking your despair |
| Heavy my eyes have weights huge weights that hang from my lashes I'm pulled towards sleep blissful sleep but it eludes me as visions of blood and pain invade my mind driving away any inner peace my head is heavy weighing down my thoughts Preventing them from flowing freely |
| Icarus Confusion stems from the illusion, That I thought everything was going to be ok The world keeps so fast That the line between reality and hell blurs As I go crosseyed looking for dreams Dad said I should keep my feet o the ground He always tried to clip my wings So I flied as far away as I could get Like Icarus, my dreams melted like wax the minute I was close to my dreams They fluttered away like feathers The Sun scorched my tender flesh The greek myth and I crashed together But for one sweet moment I was free The air carressed my skin The world laid bare before me Before you draqgged me back |
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| It's the end of the world and we know it What is the reason for human existence? To reproduce? Inflict more monsters on the planet. No thanks Inflict the world on more innocents, Survival perhaps? But we'll be the only ones The rest of the planets creatures will be long gone We bring nothing but misery and pain Terminate anything in the way of our greed and gain When the world tries to exterminate us Return the equalibrium with natural "disasters" We foil it and make it suffer more concrete prisons So we look for the next Ice Ages, Metaor The future is doomed we're sure It been written often in old lore True, but the angel of death dwells not in the skies But within our children Each generation is more self destructive than the last The balnce must be paid for in return for the past. It's hard but true and difficult to bear The end is nigh and it's bringers don't care. |
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| Domestic Violence I lay bruised and battered on the floor It's the same night after night every day I don't know if I can take much more The fists loom in the shadows Wounds remain open as I use my body to defend my life Life is not much when it's full of sorrows My lips split, my bones shattered, my spirits broken The shadow grows and slips into my mind It tells me I'm worthless, pathetic My death warrant might as well be signed What's the point in fighting anymore? Somethings just got to give But what will it take to satisfy the monster? What will it take for me to live? |
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