Post by Thorn on Aug 30, 2004 14:04:24 GMT -5
they say the heart can feel no pain..
that feeling emotion is a mental game.
heartbreak apparently just a product of the insane.
how inane..how inane..
so i wait for the the day when i will find
a person with a toolbox full of special items
that will repair the fence within my soul
and bring me back under control.
it hurts to see those in the front row,
necks dressed in the flesh of the one they have in tow.
we shed our tears to show our happiness, and angst.
i do hope one day i find my true place.
streets bleed with the crimson oil of a nights feud,
within us all the fear of death has been imbued..
even if i shall lead a full life, without love by my side,
i will suffer the same fate as the man who died.
roses bloom within the daylight, in the eve they hide.
the delicate touch of the daily seasons never subside.
i watch the shadows creep like evil across the floor
the deep shattering quiet of the night i do adore.
into this life so much we invest
when we are mearly pawns in a game of chess.
sacrificed for the greater good of our king and queen
the true happiness of all shall never be seen.
time means nothing to someone so young..
we don't fully grasp it until we're one breath from death.
and do i believe in god? how can god be truth..
people still die young everyday...i can see no proof.
with this said i lay my head and hope tomorrow comes not.
for as i said, what is life without the one you love?
the truth my dear is nothing much, we all adorn a crutch.
we remain as a mere shell, of something never touched.
~Piro~ 8/30/04
that feeling emotion is a mental game.
heartbreak apparently just a product of the insane.
how inane..how inane..
so i wait for the the day when i will find
a person with a toolbox full of special items
that will repair the fence within my soul
and bring me back under control.
it hurts to see those in the front row,
necks dressed in the flesh of the one they have in tow.
we shed our tears to show our happiness, and angst.
i do hope one day i find my true place.
streets bleed with the crimson oil of a nights feud,
within us all the fear of death has been imbued..
even if i shall lead a full life, without love by my side,
i will suffer the same fate as the man who died.
roses bloom within the daylight, in the eve they hide.
the delicate touch of the daily seasons never subside.
i watch the shadows creep like evil across the floor
the deep shattering quiet of the night i do adore.
into this life so much we invest
when we are mearly pawns in a game of chess.
sacrificed for the greater good of our king and queen
the true happiness of all shall never be seen.
time means nothing to someone so young..
we don't fully grasp it until we're one breath from death.
and do i believe in god? how can god be truth..
people still die young everyday...i can see no proof.
with this said i lay my head and hope tomorrow comes not.
for as i said, what is life without the one you love?
the truth my dear is nothing much, we all adorn a crutch.
we remain as a mere shell, of something never touched.
~Piro~ 8/30/04