-1 I can't sleep right anymore,
I can't speak with courage,
I can't truly laugh,
I can't cry with a heart.
-5 I can't blink without a tear,
I can't open my eyes without leaving the darkness,
I can't even begin to explain where this is all coming from,
I can't sing with... I just can't sing,
-9 I can't shout out how I feel,
I can't hate him,
I can't love myself...
I can't live to my fullest,
-13 I can't die and waste away...
I can't force myself to live... I just do,
For if there's one thing I can't do,
it would be to give up.-16
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
(untitled) due to respect, it shan't be named... I dunno... sheesh, lol
did you forget the words engraved on my skin,
stilled in my head,
printed on my mind, (In the beginning, there was darkness.)
I shan't.
I know them truly by heart,
as if in a trance they could be lyriced with no error,
no studder, not even a hiccup of doubt,
for I know those words too well.
They were there the first night,
the first morning,
the night after that,
and every morning onto that.
They were there when I first opened my eyes,
stared at the ceiling,
reborn, shed, taken away from,
when innocence was no play.
They were there,
and only they were there,
since the absense of touch had taken over.
I was numb,
mute, deaf,
All I could see was dark,
all I could hear was shadows,
All I could speak were whispers.
I whispered once,
and only once,
the words of life, truth, and meaning. (I love you)
If only I could hear,
if only I had heard the whispered back,
I'd seen the light coming in,
if only I could see the angels beckoning for me to come back.
If only I had heard you, come in,
and leave without a trace.
God, hear me,
Soldiers, lower your guns,
People, let me go,
Mortals, set me free!
It was nothing more than pure instinct,
nothing more than a mere incident,
nothing more... nothing less,
if only life was that simple.
If only you, lord, could come back,
take me from this prison,
lead me to the light again,
show me where this tunnel ends,
where angels come down,
sweeping me out of the guck,
and carrying me into the heavens.
As if it is all an incident that can be forgiven,
as if it is all forgetable,
as if It is all because of this,
it is all because of me.
stilled in my head,
printed on my mind, (In the beginning, there was darkness.)
I shan't.
I know them truly by heart,
as if in a trance they could be lyriced with no error,
no studder, not even a hiccup of doubt,
for I know those words too well.
They were there the first night,
the first morning,
the night after that,
and every morning onto that.
They were there when I first opened my eyes,
stared at the ceiling,
reborn, shed, taken away from,
when innocence was no play.
They were there,
and only they were there,
since the absense of touch had taken over.
I was numb,
mute, deaf,
All I could see was dark,
all I could hear was shadows,
All I could speak were whispers.
I whispered once,
and only once,
the words of life, truth, and meaning. (I love you)
If only I could hear,
if only I had heard the whispered back,
I'd seen the light coming in,
if only I could see the angels beckoning for me to come back.
If only I had heard you, come in,
and leave without a trace.
God, hear me,
Soldiers, lower your guns,
People, let me go,
Mortals, set me free!
It was nothing more than pure instinct,
nothing more than a mere incident,
nothing more... nothing less,
if only life was that simple.
If only you, lord, could come back,
take me from this prison,
lead me to the light again,
show me where this tunnel ends,
where angels come down,
sweeping me out of the guck,
and carrying me into the heavens.
As if it is all an incident that can be forgiven,
as if it is all forgetable,
as if It is all because of this,
it is all because of me.
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