?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
I don't understand how people can put a timeline on someone's death some say try to prepare hes dying, He looked good the other day tonight we're all so afraid to close your eyes worried of falling asleep the heart so so heavy that if I was dose off even for a split moment, terrified to open my eyes cause he may be gone. As if I was high on drugs in a fairytale this can't be real.
One of these days I won't be afraid anymore.
One of these days........
One if these days my hand won't shake and I won't hesitate....
One of these days....
One of these days I'll be brave.
I'll push down hard enough.
And as I exhale the last of my breath, release will finally come.
One of these days.....
Where the dieing world exist
Devalued lifes
Full of shadows
Of slaves
Where poverty live
With out evacuation
So if you ever care
Please
Help preserve the third world where
The dieing world exist
Worst death dieing in silent
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Fear kills you every times
It kills you slowly
Like a cancer
Fear makes you settle for
The worst as it deprive you
From the real you
Too many trouble in the world
In between the root
You will always find fear
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Is better live life with yourself
Knowledge
Than help with fear
Always building the gangs dreams
Is better obedient to your soul
Than serve as a fool till death!
For living with fear is like
The worst death dieing in silent
The door closes on my mind,
As I sit here and think.
My mind burns with hurt,
I stare at an empty drink.
My mind races,
Its continues on overload.
All the pain it's been through,
My confidence has now slowed.
The up's and downs of my life,
I have really questioned over the last year.
I have even questioned,
All the things I hold dear.
Is it worth it anymore,
Always standing alone in the rain.
Is it really worth it,
All this torment of my brain.
You never know what it's like,
Till you'r life falls apart.
Till it drains you of everything,
Even you'r heart.
no need to complate
lets make a date
my heart aches
we met on line
now its that time
hope you feel that way too
DIEING TO MEET YOU
OH MY RIVER,YOU ARE MY PAIN !
THEY KILLING YOU FOR THEIR OWN GAIN....
WE ARE WORRYING WITH A HARD PAIN YOU ARE DIEING,
WE CAN ONLY DO FOR YOU, THAT IS PRAYING.......
OH MY RIVER! WE ARE CRYING FOR YOU.......
OH MY RIVER ! WE ARE PRYING FOR YOU......
Embrace me love, where are you now,
this silence hurts...
....dieing.
Embrace this hate, its never the same,
my heart it numbs...
....dieing.
Take my hand let me show the way,
see my eyes...
....dieing.
The silence is beckoning from the center of a deafening room.
sound giving silence meaning understood by the expulsion of those who are doomed.
the irritable laughter, rumors and whispers and lies.
the deception draws near me with sophisticated intelligent guise.
the words that flow from tongue to ear are like fuses to semtex in the brain.
an explosion so great that only a few who understand the awakening can explain.
the sorrow and emptiness misguided laughter and pain.
misunderstood, misdiagnosed overwhelmed by the hatred and blame
the prideful transgression that they refuse to claim
will be their demise that will bring them to flames.
the denial of truth and the bold display of pride
exudes ones emptiness and vacancy inside
though the act of denial is successive in all manners of flesh
the acceptance of truth and repentance is ones ultimate test.
so pick up your cross and walk your green mile
cause dieing like jesus is dieing in style!
Drowning in my sorrow, the pain I can not withstand
Time they say is borrowed, for death I do not understand
Render repentance for my sins, make good on promises said
Purity of the heart, now prepare my final bed
The beast within cannot be tamed, it's consumed me as a whole
Its venom spreading through my veins, God please help me,
Lay mercy on my soul
my life starts to fade away
i struggle as i lose my breath
and when im gone i won't come back
i scream until theres nothing left
then i start to slowly die
12ft under in the ground
i scream but no one hears my cry
i scream but no one hears a sound
im buried under fate and guilt
im buried under dirt and tears
my scarred face, so pale
ive waited for this moment for years.
What life I had,
Lies dieing in my arms,
My childhood has past,
I’m grownup now,
I have to get it together,
But my dieing life remains,
The flicker of life,
Is my flicker of hope,
The little childishness I have left,
Is dieing,
But still there.
My heart beating wildy,
my ears are pounding,
my knees are shaking,
and my life is ending,
I can' breath,
and my hands are shaking,
and I think my heart's stopped beating,
I can't tell if I'm dead or alive,
am I breathing?
am I closing my eyes?
I don't know,
don't ask me,
I think I'm dieing,
I know I'm crying,
Please let me live again!
What tortured soul lies,
Dead and unmoving towards life,
But my dieing soul.
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