Can’t help but dream of the fear
The fear that brings a tear
Entering the gates of hell
Seeing how far I fell
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Waking in this nightmare of forever
Sitting with this hopeless endeavor
Paying for every second of my sin
Regretting the fact that I’ll never win
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Sitting alone
in the flames
Reflecting on everything
That caused this pain
Lived a life of lies
Mocking the truth of the wise
Instead of chasing the only way to succeed
I chose to live in my selfish greed
How did I look into the wonder of the night
And not choose to give God my life
I refused to live with faith
Instead I chose to spit in God’s face
From the bottom of the skies I cry
I’m encaged in this dark cell
From the top of my lungs I scream
I’ve reached the pits of hell
Blame. The very word creates acid on every
tongue that speaks it. its dark and clumped,
forming a giant ball of black sticky goo.
It layers itself on the skin of every body that
is blamed for a wrong they
did not do. a crime that they did not commit.
It's a song that impales those who play the keys
on a piano. A morbid song that slays the
hearts of lovers in the night. Its a siren who sings
like the lark of the morning sun, shining her wings,
revealing the diamond glow they bring upon
themselves, she sings her out of tune lyrics
luring men towards her grace. disguising her ugliness,
with an appalling attractive face.
She is blame. Luring men into her claws, caressing
them sweetly, cursing and confusing and corrupting
their minds; bringing shame upon them.
Such trickery is a mask, a dark veil that covers the eyes
and prevents the sight. blocking out any sort
of light. she comes out of the dark and tortured night, bringing
with her, her dark fame. For every
human male knows her as strega; fulfilling her dark quest is a
shame, yet, it is she who does not
hold in her ;cold, raw claws; the blame.
bills and more bills same old story
just another busy day
i missed the bus and i got no money
well not enough to catch the train
if i leave now i will be late i might get off with a verbal warning
but who cares now the sun is out time to play no bitter dawning
i used to think every one would give a dam
id see the dark cloulds moving accross the sun
hussel and hurry of the city as the day ends without leaving me in tears
and as the dark clouds move across the sun
im kicking back in the park just having fun
Pain is burying me deep inside
I just want to find a deep dark place where I can just go and hide
I'm sick of this place, and I'm sick of the life I have
Why does everyone walk all over me, when my heart is all that I have?
Some reason I keep falling in these deep dark holes of pain
While I'm down here, still screaming in vain
I sit here getting hurt and abused in every which way
It seems like I'm nothing to anyone, each and every day
Is this how my life is always going to be?
Is there a day where someone will notice and actually see?
Can't take this anymore, I'm just about to break
I seriously don't know how much more of this I can take
When will I know when my pain and suffering will ever end?
When will I know when I'll have enough strength to mend?
Sooner or later I will conquer all of you out there
And to all who suffer like me, the stories I will share...
"IN YOUR DARK EYES" (vlf)
IN your dark eyes
i could find forever
and in your eyes
i could be there
just to love you
and in you i could
stay ~ just to be
in love with you~
Down and out i go
up and over you push me
to build a better soul
Left to right from left
Here you are just looking
so deep within my self
Some teach you the sky is gray
Some teach you that the sun is dark
Some teach you that happiness
is a girl in a party dress, party dress
Around and about we go
There we are just walking
Through the town of love
Silent thoughts we speak
In my eyes you see
it just the two of us
Some teach you that the sky is gray
Some teach you that the sun is dark
some teach you that happiness
Is a girl in a party dress
I sit in this dark room and empty the soul I call mine
Into the void we call time
The void slowly sips it down, burning like hard liquor
Then hammers it down quicker and quicker
The cursed soul begins to burn and time now seems sicker
Until bursting into flames like a fine whicker
Burning bright through the black of night
His feelings lie, except in his weary eyes
Where no one looks, no one pries
Simply by disguising cries with laughs, by hiding behind broken smiles
If he wishes tomorrow won’t come, it always does fast
And when he wants tomorrow to last it will pass
Reminded of yesterday by the pain lingering today
Diminished to ashes and flashes of pictures burnt in
Seeing doesn’t mean your not blind
Because we all search for the thing we can’t find
So bind my hands, unstitch my lips
Take the last sips of curses
Because I’m done with these dark verses
Ash to ash, Dust to dust blown away in the silent hush
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