Music: Nine
Heredity is a curse
that I cannot find a cure for
a never ending
stream of the same
mistakes repeated...
and keep myself
protected from the
leeches and the creatures, some
have tried to find
my weaknesses but
find that they have many choices
Not just me... it's
not just me...
The Little Angels
know no fears
No painful cries, no
held- in tears
She looks to me with
eyes so frail
And I know too well
what it will
mean...
To fail...
So I turn to a love
I've long since broken
My Rustic Blade its
cool sharp edge the
silent promises it keeps
No solutions, no
forgiveness, no empty
words of comfort spoken
It calls to me, I
ache to be, I need to
see beyond the deep...
Giving in is sweet
agony, I know the price but gladly pay
Enveloped by the
grip of numbness,
feelings stop the painful way
They make me shake
and scream in
anguish but the fix will never stay
Slowly slowing
thicking drying stop,
repeat, another day
My Rustic Blade is warm
surrender when the world is ever frozen
cannot bear the
stain of failure
dripping down my thin, pale frame
No joy, no sadness,
pain or guilt it
seems my soul has atrophied
If there was another
way to stop the
hurt and take away my shame?
To learn, to live, to
love, to feel it seems so simple, seems so real
But sabotaged me
from the start my
anger, hurt, my shiny steel
It's never been my
way to open up my
heart to rough harsh strips
Opened up my veins
instead to drain
away the questions on my lips
It's never felt like
anyone could know the secrets it has kept
Locked inside my
mind because they
bring the madness into hand
And make me cry
butevery time I've held
it back the sleepless nights
The nightmares haunt
and I'm still
falling but I never seem to land
I need to find a way
to make it end...
And once again with
tears of failure streaming down my flushed red cheeks
My Rustic Blade its
sharp and shiny
promise of eternal sleep
It doesn't try to
lie and tell me how
it tries to make things better
No hope, no fear
equates no nightmares
they will all just someday disappear...
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