Altered_Soul9
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2003
- Messages
- 2,146
I feel so much hurt inside of me.
My feelings are breaking down.
The pieces fall and collect in my feet.
Making me unable to walk.
I sit here...The reflecting pool of my life.
AS you glance down the light reflects from my surface
Blinding you.
Hindering you.
Keeping you from destruction.
Visions you never knew were there.
Images that can break all barriers.
Memories that will only fade with death.
I see my heart held tightly between your calloused hands.
The pain secreting from the cracks.
I scream of a everlasting trauma within me.
A thorn cemented in my brain.
Making my thoughts itch with deceit.
To scratch it means to scratch away my life.
My past journeys flake off.
Slowly falling to the floor.
Slowly collecting into your palm.
Slowly being devoured by your greedy ways.
Love has forsaken me yet again.
This duel between hearts...
The winner never collecting their earnings.
Only leaving with a battered pride
While the loser sits and sheds the tears of millions.
Prayers of false hope can be heard everywhere.
~-~I AM THAT LOSER!~-~
And for that I guard my injured heart...knife in hand.
Only dropping it at the next sign of life.
Anything............
Return to your decaying tomb oh weary heart....
My feelings are breaking down.
The pieces fall and collect in my feet.
Making me unable to walk.
I sit here...The reflecting pool of my life.
AS you glance down the light reflects from my surface
Blinding you.
Hindering you.
Keeping you from destruction.
Visions you never knew were there.
Images that can break all barriers.
Memories that will only fade with death.
I see my heart held tightly between your calloused hands.
The pain secreting from the cracks.
I scream of a everlasting trauma within me.
A thorn cemented in my brain.
Making my thoughts itch with deceit.
To scratch it means to scratch away my life.
My past journeys flake off.
Slowly falling to the floor.
Slowly collecting into your palm.
Slowly being devoured by your greedy ways.
Love has forsaken me yet again.
This duel between hearts...
The winner never collecting their earnings.
Only leaving with a battered pride
While the loser sits and sheds the tears of millions.
Prayers of false hope can be heard everywhere.
~-~I AM THAT LOSER!~-~
And for that I guard my injured heart...knife in hand.
Only dropping it at the next sign of life.
Anything............
Return to your decaying tomb oh weary heart....
