LYRIC
If I crawl to the edge
And leap into flight
I know for certain
Everything's going to be just fine
If I call on the lord
In my darked dispare
And fall down in prayer
I know everything going to be just fine
I know everything going to be just fine
If a chance
should come my way
I'll hold it tight
And live for today
With you by my side
I'll soar to new heights
And leave all the worries behind
I know everything going to be just fine
I know everything going to be just fine
I know everything going to be just fine
I know everything going to be just fine
He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.
A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.
Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.
Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!
A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.
People in my heart
darked me
5 now that’s harsh
Departed
all toast
Everyone ever close
a ghost
Mental chaos
I can’t cope
Who knows
Who
Do I talk too
Life slopes
Starts to bruise
Love’s a hoax
Used tissues
Friendship’s broke
Look to use
bonds revoked
I need new
nailing jokes
getting screwed
Every time
I feel I lose
I’ll rewind
I conclude
Lost my mind
I’m delude
When I’m kind
they abuse
So unkind
So damn rude
When in trouble
turn to you
Do your friends Disappear on you
My friends make The floor fall through
ink dark darked
sumptuous syllables' spell
dripping dainty deal
nocturnal nature seeped
in fostered felon
wanky wind summoned
hoisted feelings flamed
eerie ember traced
vying lead laced
porous pen bled
gaunt gores' crest
sassy society's defect
pulpy poetry bore
his taunted tour.
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Note: Dedicated to William Shakespeare.
I know I’ll get darked off I know it will happen
Every situation stunts to a crap end
The anxiety builds and it kills composure
Brake leads dangle on hills, gravity shows ya,
Speed rises as you head for disaster
Helpless to it, continuously faster
The heartbeat pulse and cardiovascular
sweat beads bind as thoughts flabbergaster.
This is anxiety, and what it’s like
It’ll strike anytime of day or night
it overwhelms the mental fight
To a world of worry and constant fright