Post by Devi145 on Jun 2, 2003 0:39:15 GMT -5
It's like tracing my last thread of a line that never ends into a great suffering depression.
Suffocating people when they're already dead for betraying...a certain treason.
Don't pretend to be what you aren't to get where you wont ever make it without question.
Our world like a sun that'll never set correctly, a wind that'll never pass fully...no changes within a season.
Like ice cubes melting willingly giving and feeding the breathing like fire of craves...
As if an angel weeping on a beautiful day full of sadness digging innocent graves.
Flower's tilted with heaviness on their stems back forcing them to slouch and wilt...
Lovers creating warmth and passion, only to be fullfilled with hatred and guilt.
A child pondering about what this life is seriously suppose to teach them....
An unpolished gift, life representing an untouched but burning gem...
My aches of losing cotton from over the years, losing buttons..losing touch
Treason no longer my worry although i've betrayed your feelings.. and myself,
Guess this is my ending of being disposed only to be hoping my open wounds to be re sown
Please ignore my fixed smile and blushed cheeks...for they are not mine...and sit me back up with my stuffed animal buddies on your shelf.
Thats where i belong because i am not real, i do not help... but see everything the world has troubled,
You my friend, are getting a dose that is daily doubled...
Just try not to hold me close and let your salty crisp tears run into my already fading material that surrounds me and fills me with such human like emotion causing me to listen to your confession.
Because that is not what i was created for or worthy of...
I was meant to sit on this lonesome shelf not being able to speak but only to observe...from this high place, above.
Thinking.. am i an illusion or play toy? or really am i your speachless helpless, useless angel.
Suffocating people when they're already dead for betraying...a certain treason.
Don't pretend to be what you aren't to get where you wont ever make it without question.
Our world like a sun that'll never set correctly, a wind that'll never pass fully...no changes within a season.
Like ice cubes melting willingly giving and feeding the breathing like fire of craves...
As if an angel weeping on a beautiful day full of sadness digging innocent graves.
Flower's tilted with heaviness on their stems back forcing them to slouch and wilt...
Lovers creating warmth and passion, only to be fullfilled with hatred and guilt.
A child pondering about what this life is seriously suppose to teach them....
An unpolished gift, life representing an untouched but burning gem...
My aches of losing cotton from over the years, losing buttons..losing touch
Treason no longer my worry although i've betrayed your feelings.. and myself,
Guess this is my ending of being disposed only to be hoping my open wounds to be re sown
Please ignore my fixed smile and blushed cheeks...for they are not mine...and sit me back up with my stuffed animal buddies on your shelf.
Thats where i belong because i am not real, i do not help... but see everything the world has troubled,
You my friend, are getting a dose that is daily doubled...
Just try not to hold me close and let your salty crisp tears run into my already fading material that surrounds me and fills me with such human like emotion causing me to listen to your confession.
Because that is not what i was created for or worthy of...
I was meant to sit on this lonesome shelf not being able to speak but only to observe...from this high place, above.
Thinking.. am i an illusion or play toy? or really am i your speachless helpless, useless angel.