What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.
I look to the heavens; may He guide me.
......
Down the drain, the blood flows,
Thick like a winter storm, it clogs like the pieces that are missing in my heart
as it fades in out from blackness back to light as my life force slowly leaves me
mesmerized in shock that this is what reality has come to
A blood-soaked ice bath and all the humanly regrets that I wish would flow like my blood down a drain and unclog my mind from this disease that I call my brain.
He was the type that's always dirty
A sloppy eater no one wanted
To sit next to him at lunch
Lonely, myself, but I wasn't desperate
All year, we bullied him
Saying he was so slow, and no one wanted
To be his friend
I always wondered what he was thinking
He was always happy
With a brown and crooked smile
......
I wrote some words
From the deepest of my soul
Wrote them on my right knee
Should I stay or should I go
I've had showers and
I've changed my clothes
But I keep them where you can't see
Let me die. Kill me, please.
......
It's been a week since I last showered
Can't force myself to get ready for anything
If I wake up it's a miracle 'cuz I haven't gone to bed for days
I just fall asleep with the lights on
I wish I wasn't here,
I wish I wasn't here.
Nobody knows but I'm living a lie
Sit at my desk and I'm wondering why
I have to be affected by losing my friend
......
What would thou think of me tying rope to the tree?
With every strike mine own sword stabs back at me.
Perhaps I will let mine enemy pierce me,
For I can go on no longer.
Each day I sharpen and shine my blade.
And each day in its reflection I see myself fade.
If only the Fades could snip mine tarnished thread
And leave me strewn among the field with the other soldiers lying dead.
I look to the heavens; may He guide me.
......
He was the type that's always dirty
A sloppy eater no one wanted
To sit next to him at lunch
Lonely, myself, but I wasn't desperate
All year, we bullied him
Saying he was so slow, and no one wanted
To be his friend
I always wondered what he was thinking
He was always happy
With a brown and crooked smile
......
Down the drain, the blood flows,
Thick like a winter storm, it clogs like the pieces that are missing in my heart
as it fades in out from blackness back to light as my life force slowly leaves me
mesmerized in shock that this is what reality has come to
A blood-soaked ice bath and all the humanly regrets that I wish would flow like my blood down a drain and unclog my mind from this disease that I call my brain.
I wrote some words
From the deepest of my soul
Wrote them on my right knee
Should I stay or should I go
I've had showers and
I've changed my clothes
But I keep them where you can't see
Let me die. Kill me, please.
......
Four years elapsed,
Since the world collapsed,
And I still can’t delete it,
Delete it from my head.
The concrete impaction,
One solitary action,
From able to chained,
Chained to his deathbed.
......