apocalyptic vendetta
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2001
- Messages
- 39
Foot planted on the earth
staring up at a sticky world
clenching down on rotted teeth....
experiencing the....
life
within you
fighting tears, choking on your tongue
palms sweaty, shrill sobs/
a lone tear falls down your cheek
staring at the sun
they told you not to stare at the sun
wanting to go blind
They’ll all love you then
Only wanting to gossip with you
when you are down
Kick you in the ribs run off and laugh
they don't care.
Hold love in the palm of your hands
crush it because you are clumsy
scamper in the wrong direction
not looking back
tripping over big feet
the ones god blessed you with
your mom always said
Far away sitting on top of the world
you look down at artificial dreams
and ficticous happiness
watching the women put on their
appealing make up
wanting to be loved
you are done being loved
when you realized....
you never were.
Posing to care, their intentions
always cruel
you feel the knife twist down deep
inside you
must get thoughts off your chest
but always stopping short
of what you really want to say
your eyes are opened
but you have placed a shield on them
knowing what's going on
but choosing not to see
still staring at the sun
wanting to go blind
you Know they will care then
Writhing pain piercing screams
laughing at insecurities
knowing humans all too well.
As you lay back
on your
caption bubble cloud
make it up
make it all up
your world
their world
live
in
your
dreams
You were never really awake
in the first place.
[ 18 January 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
staring up at a sticky world
clenching down on rotted teeth....
experiencing the....
life
within you
fighting tears, choking on your tongue
palms sweaty, shrill sobs/
a lone tear falls down your cheek
staring at the sun
they told you not to stare at the sun
wanting to go blind
They’ll all love you then
Only wanting to gossip with you
when you are down
Kick you in the ribs run off and laugh
they don't care.
Hold love in the palm of your hands
crush it because you are clumsy
scamper in the wrong direction
not looking back
tripping over big feet
the ones god blessed you with
your mom always said
Far away sitting on top of the world
you look down at artificial dreams
and ficticous happiness
watching the women put on their
appealing make up
wanting to be loved
you are done being loved
when you realized....
you never were.
Posing to care, their intentions
always cruel
you feel the knife twist down deep
inside you
must get thoughts off your chest
but always stopping short
of what you really want to say
your eyes are opened
but you have placed a shield on them
knowing what's going on
but choosing not to see
still staring at the sun
wanting to go blind
you Know they will care then
Writhing pain piercing screams
laughing at insecurities
knowing humans all too well.
As you lay back
on your
caption bubble cloud
make it up
make it all up
your world
their world
live
in
your
dreams
You were never really awake
in the first place.
[ 18 January 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
