Post by prodigypaulk on Dec 29, 2008 1:09:15 GMT -5
Maybe my pen beating up against this paper isn’t enough,
When my sanity vanishing has left my mentality fucked up.
I can’t put together these broken pieces of my life,
The pain, the agony, and the reality of my wrongs feeling right.
Tomorrow has me curious, and my history has given me reason,
So presently it seems this may be the only route to find meaning.
I apologize for my selfish ways; please allow my thoughts to flow free with the wind,
Stamped with my blood, begging God to allow everything to end.
I may be afraid of my fate, but I am not afraid to embrace this dark valley,
My shadows of death have robbed my conscious cavalry.
And as I trail my shadows down this reckless path,
I stumbled upon the consequence and this unbearable aftermath.
My eyes finally realize that between this dead end and my mind,
Lies a man attempting formulate a finish line to find.
There is no goal, no ambition or destination,
No dream to inquire or mindful aspirations.
Just a lost soul, balancing on nothing but the hope of one’s freedom,
Staring into the sky, believing someday God will look down and see him.
My tears escape my eyes and flow free with life yet takes no form,
Nourishing my seeds of elation, allowing my body to die so my soul can be born.
Yet, why do I allow myself to suffocate in my own blood, is it lack of spirit?
There is no chance this insignificant life could be given to me to cherish.
Everyday I pray that my body lies still, motionless, and left alone to parish,
Far from merit, I am well aware, but why continue life if one cannot bear it.
It is meaningless. However, a faint heart still breathes with life, o so clever…
How God equipped man and woman with an unbreakable will to handle any weather.
Sheer foolishness on my part, could it be that I yearn for sympathy?
I indirectly reach my hand out, yet my clinched fist detour those whom reach.
The gleam in my mother’s eyes made me cry, I cannot allow my soul to desiccate,
I was afraid to wait, so I jumped shipped and requested this pain to detonate.
Unaware that after pain, there is pleasure, and beneath the dirt lies treasure,
Why not embrace the worst of despair when it makes joy so much better.
When my sanity vanishing has left my mentality fucked up.
I can’t put together these broken pieces of my life,
The pain, the agony, and the reality of my wrongs feeling right.
Tomorrow has me curious, and my history has given me reason,
So presently it seems this may be the only route to find meaning.
I apologize for my selfish ways; please allow my thoughts to flow free with the wind,
Stamped with my blood, begging God to allow everything to end.
I may be afraid of my fate, but I am not afraid to embrace this dark valley,
My shadows of death have robbed my conscious cavalry.
And as I trail my shadows down this reckless path,
I stumbled upon the consequence and this unbearable aftermath.
My eyes finally realize that between this dead end and my mind,
Lies a man attempting formulate a finish line to find.
There is no goal, no ambition or destination,
No dream to inquire or mindful aspirations.
Just a lost soul, balancing on nothing but the hope of one’s freedom,
Staring into the sky, believing someday God will look down and see him.
My tears escape my eyes and flow free with life yet takes no form,
Nourishing my seeds of elation, allowing my body to die so my soul can be born.
Yet, why do I allow myself to suffocate in my own blood, is it lack of spirit?
There is no chance this insignificant life could be given to me to cherish.
Everyday I pray that my body lies still, motionless, and left alone to parish,
Far from merit, I am well aware, but why continue life if one cannot bear it.
It is meaningless. However, a faint heart still breathes with life, o so clever…
How God equipped man and woman with an unbreakable will to handle any weather.
Sheer foolishness on my part, could it be that I yearn for sympathy?
I indirectly reach my hand out, yet my clinched fist detour those whom reach.
The gleam in my mother’s eyes made me cry, I cannot allow my soul to desiccate,
I was afraid to wait, so I jumped shipped and requested this pain to detonate.
Unaware that after pain, there is pleasure, and beneath the dirt lies treasure,
Why not embrace the worst of despair when it makes joy so much better.