Post by gunstarxion on Sept 13, 2010 3:43:24 GMT -5
In an endless circle of what is known as life
i see many happy couples, husbands and wife
but what about the one who stands across the road
in the rain, sopping wet, alone, starting to erode?
have they considered the one who had that dream?
the one who loved the girl, but saw she had her coffee and cream?
she saw the love, and she has a child to prove it
and yet in the shadows, the lonely ones still sit
i am among the ones spurned from the world they control
and even though i no longer dream, i still feel whole
but i cant enjoy their success, i cant feel their "love"
that child is like a ball and chain, fitting her like a glove
oh, how i should have made a move. i should have kissed her that day
under the moon, in the yard, but i did the noble thing, kept my say
love eats away at my organs, eroding what remains of my soul
and as i crawl forth, i feel my body go light, i see the hole
the bloody trail of where i dragged myself from, on that fateful moon
for the attraction i felt, i built, i died in June
but i didn't feel the blade, the bullet, the loss of it all
i felt the heart shatter, i felt the impact of my fall
i spiral in decay, endless for years, yearning for a kiss
i see her at work, on a slow night, so sad, dead like this
but she has something, a ray of hope, and i rot in it's innocent wake
as the child coos, i succumb to the reapers, they overtake
the noise fades, my spiral slows, the breath has vanished from me
blood runs in the cracks, as the crows feast,the last boons run free
the flesh feeds the creatures of the night, and as i awake from them
i wish it had been real, i wish i had amber.. my precious gem
i let her go, i did the right thing. i want to spiral in peace.
the "life" i live is the nightmare, death is my release.
but only in dreams, do i embrace the reapers kiss
only to awake at 4 am, to pick at my wounds, to feel amiss
i watch the physical scars, as they ebb and throb,like my heart
Ive died long ago, and with it my psyche has torn apart
park your car, dream about me, as i run, and i dive
over the cliff, smiling and free, as the ground rushes up.. i arrive.
i see many happy couples, husbands and wife
but what about the one who stands across the road
in the rain, sopping wet, alone, starting to erode?
have they considered the one who had that dream?
the one who loved the girl, but saw she had her coffee and cream?
she saw the love, and she has a child to prove it
and yet in the shadows, the lonely ones still sit
i am among the ones spurned from the world they control
and even though i no longer dream, i still feel whole
but i cant enjoy their success, i cant feel their "love"
that child is like a ball and chain, fitting her like a glove
oh, how i should have made a move. i should have kissed her that day
under the moon, in the yard, but i did the noble thing, kept my say
love eats away at my organs, eroding what remains of my soul
and as i crawl forth, i feel my body go light, i see the hole
the bloody trail of where i dragged myself from, on that fateful moon
for the attraction i felt, i built, i died in June
but i didn't feel the blade, the bullet, the loss of it all
i felt the heart shatter, i felt the impact of my fall
i spiral in decay, endless for years, yearning for a kiss
i see her at work, on a slow night, so sad, dead like this
but she has something, a ray of hope, and i rot in it's innocent wake
as the child coos, i succumb to the reapers, they overtake
the noise fades, my spiral slows, the breath has vanished from me
blood runs in the cracks, as the crows feast,the last boons run free
the flesh feeds the creatures of the night, and as i awake from them
i wish it had been real, i wish i had amber.. my precious gem
i let her go, i did the right thing. i want to spiral in peace.
the "life" i live is the nightmare, death is my release.
but only in dreams, do i embrace the reapers kiss
only to awake at 4 am, to pick at my wounds, to feel amiss
i watch the physical scars, as they ebb and throb,like my heart
Ive died long ago, and with it my psyche has torn apart
park your car, dream about me, as i run, and i dive
over the cliff, smiling and free, as the ground rushes up.. i arrive.