My latest:
--Sublime--
My brain's in two places.
But I've been here before.
I'm tired of everyone's faces.
But yours is one I still adore.
I'm at the fork in the road again.
Trying to make a decision once more.
I'm fighting like a swordsman.
Trying to survive just like before.
Boring a hole into my boring mind.
I fight against the sands of time.
There's nothing you'll ever find.
Not a thing to be seen sublime.
I've seen this tree once before.
How many times will I pass by.
I'm still waiting for my savior.
The one who cant tell a lie.
I still wish upon the same star.
Hoping I can come out on top.
I'm tired of this stupid war.
But it's continuing nonstop.
Boring a hole into my boring mind.
I fight against the sands of time.
There's nothing you'll ever find.
Not a thing to be seen sublime.
But as nothing seems to change.
I bring myself back to you.
This is still going to be strange.
I hope loving wont be an issue.
Boring a hole into my boring mind.
I fight against the sands of time.
There's nothing you'll ever find.
Not a thing to be seen sublime.
As our relationship slowly warms.
And your arms feel soothing, again.
What I thought could be transforms.
Not to a matter of how, but when.
Boring a hole into my boring mind.
I fight against the sands of time.
There's nothing you'll ever find.
Not a thing to be seen sublime.
--Dead and Wilted--
My vile gushes out each day.
Then it hits sun and burns away.
Somewhat like what you did to me.
Except scarring me eternally.
Dragging my corpse on ground.
Blackening under the noon sun.
Filling yourself with grievance.
Because of what you have done.
I'm as fresh as a wilted plant.
I am beginning to retrogress.
To fade in front of your eyes.
Then I become dead and wilted.
I don't know where to start.
I've only got a stricken heart.
You could've fixed it for me.
But you smashed it upon ground.
Gouging it with many exacto knives.
It bled until my feelings shredded.
It was like being shot in the head.
By a sniper who wanted me dead.
I'm as fresh as a wilted plant.
I am beginning to retrogress.
To fade in front of your eyes.
Then I become dead and wilted.
It's more painful that pulling teeth.
It can't be dulled by any drugs.
It eats away until my body sags.
Like a dead corpse rotting away.
I'm as fresh as a wilted plant.
I am beginning to retrogress.
To fade in front of your eyes.
Then I become dead and wilted.
--A Thousand Fathoms Below You--
I'm stuck in this lonely chamber.
I'm now an ember less fire.
Burning without an open flame.
I cannot withhold anymore.
So why don't you put me out?
Nothing can spark me now.
My rage is now terminated.
I am within loneliness forever.
Buried inside it's dominance.
So why don't you dig me out?
All of my scars remain the same.
Flawed by fortune and fame.
My esteem is a decaying corpse.
Being eaten away by maggots.
So why don't you shoot me now?
Life is not a necessity anymore.
My will to live has departed.
On the ship of the dead and deceased.
My life remains eternally dull and dreary.
So why not end my pain now?
Never evicting my endless demise.
I remain unfaithful and concealed.
My heart is just a blood pumping organ.
Crumbling beneath my life and soul.
So why not knock me over now?
Stripped of my innocence and pride.
I gradually fade into the depths.
Eventually hitting the bottom.
A thousand fathoms below you.
Thoughts?
