I steal, what I feel, make no mistake –
I charm, without alarm, to covet what I take.
I hide what’s inside, to abide what’s at stake.
I lie, and will deny, any wrongdoings I make.
You use and abuse your way through this life.
You cheat and defeat those plagued with strife.
You fail, and impale, those closest to your heart.
You wallow in the shallow, shredding ties apart.
We fret over the net, which safety has vanished.
We wail at the stale courtship now banished.
We hurt as we flirt our disaster, daily we plummet.
We trek through the wreck reaching death’s summit.
They say we’re astray, and our minds are broken.
They wonder, why blunder, a mirage of unspoken.
They chatter about clatter, with prejudice abound.
They sneer and they leer, that together we astound.
I’ll take the bane, and disdain and try to explain.
I’ll take the lies, masked in disguise and abstain.
I’ll take the tears, through the years and constrain.
For I made my bed, built of crimson nails and black lead,
and forever in my heart will you remain.
Categories:
black lead, angst, confusion, depression, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
can you open up my face so i can see my soul?
can you count the words that i say in whole?
this is killing me...
thinking of you.
this is hurting me...
not knowing what to do.
and i fall with the words that you say.
then you tell me, its better off this way.
and im no longer a believer.
can you open a portal so i can see the truth?
can you save a soul hidden by a blood stained booth?
this is torture..and you know it as im,
thinking of you.
this is pain and than its pleasure.
what am i suppose to do?
you could sail away, on the crimsion stained carpet floor.
then maybe, id fly right out the door.
you could send me to the depths of hell
then i'd ring a bell
and say hell isnt real.
why dont you just kill
the memories that you have drilled into my head
along with the sharpened black lead...
and i fall with the words that you say.
then you tell me, its better off this way.
and im no longer a believer.
because i dont believe in you.
your better off alone.
Categories:
black lead, devotion, faith, loss, words,
Form: I do not know?