Thursday, April 10, 2014


It all continues circa the 1995-1997 range for these ones:

Lost in though, ignoring the world
by emotions, your thoughts and actions are ruled
with little control, you drift through your life
tension so high, can cut with a knife
stress overwhelming, drowning in void
thoughts incoherent, lost love destroyed
look down the barrel life has become
twisted and tortured, cold steel of the gun
with tunnel vision, blind to the truth
can't see the light, despite all the proof
anger building, crescendo is reached
learning a lesson that none can teach
still the rage grows within
scared to fail and relapse again
for too long you've hid and ignored the voice
now actions leave you with no other choice
want to lash out at all those around
scream in silence and none hear the sound
of the darkness deep inside
the repeating echo of an eternal cry
to heaven and hell, now trapped inbetween
clearing the path with a primal scream
repeating mistakes from now til the last
never forgetting the sins of the past

Abandon, goodbye, the tears that you've cried
all for a hope that long ago died
seeing their faces cast on the wall
speaking in silence, they can't stop the fall
relying on others for a true sense of self
dependent on feels, still denying yourself
without a purpose, condemned in your hell
fooling them all to thinking you're well
although opportunities arise all around
you're trapped by a wall while fears they surround
memories of love, peace, and of hate
unsure of yourself, yet painful to wait
so inside of your shell, you sit and you stare
knowing the truth of life, never fair

Goodnight, farewell, I'll see you in hell
along with the secrets you never did tell
hiding the truth from the one you need trust
never living the life that you must
still you run  and hide from the mass
ignoring your feelings from now til the last

Why the games that people play
used to cover what they're afraid to say
is the truth so bad that they must cover
their true selves from one another
a little white lie, a desperate try
to keep it from ending and saying goodbye
they play the fool, just to be cool
by the longing their actions are ruled
a simple desire to be in the crowd
they speak in a voice that's never too loud
twisting and turning, in lies they are caught
most never knowing the pain they have wrought
pushing all away, like a sign from above
always destroying what they have loved

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