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The evil has arisen, deathly smile
Dusty tears,
Siphoning all religion
Draining all your years.
An unearthly pull to do it-
To run away from life,
To waste it all, lay in filth,
To hide that bloody knife.
With irredescant looming
Completely I'll surround
The life that is my precious gift
To bludgeon it, watch it drown.
My dad can hardly breath now,
He is dying fast
Whats the point in saving life
To try to make it last?
Are you sure I am not looking past you?
At some twisted little vision
Of a person tied down screaming
From a painful deadly incision
Am I laughing at these wicked thoughts?
My soul is dripping with sin
I have so much anger to give
But where should I begin
I thought we all had a god given gift
Guess I'm not human. I'm less
Unless hate is a gift
In which case I've been blessed
'Cause I hate a lot of people
But can't explain my thoughts
And I am laughing
As your body rots
Will I ever find my one true love?
Do you believe there is such?
I've reached out on a long search
But never close enough to touch
Couldn't find anyone to hold me
Lost in nothing but my dreams
Everyone I loved was false
I said screw my self-esteem
Is love just something you say
To get what you want
Because real love is fake
You say the three words
So that you can come and take
Whatever you want
All I ever wanted was someone
To tell me she would be there
To have that special felling
But no one ever seemed to care
It disgusts me that my one lady
Never came to cure my loathing
It's over now no one to stop me
Watch my dead limp body floating
Is love just something you say
To get what you want
Because real love is fake
You say the three words
So that you can come and take
Whatever you want
A fisherman finds and pulls it in
Still blood red from dripping wounds
Watch me on the ten o'clock news
Maybe my love will find me soon
You don't know it but its true, one day you'll be blue,
No one there to take care of you
you'll be alone all by your self and I'll come
your head will be my trophy
your heart will be on fire
your lungs will be gasping for breath in my flat tire
so remember me when you're old and gray
when I come it will be your special day.
 Heavens Dark Angel · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
