Caught up and brought down by my own destruction
Cursed and laughed at by the gods and there illusions of a tainted heart.
They made me say goodbye to the one jewel that mattered most, they made me say farewell to the key to my kingdom.
Yes I said it, yes I thought I meant it, but that doesn't make it true.
Deprived from sleep and comfort, comprised of dreams of your forgiveness.
The choice made bent me till I broke into a million miniature pieces of regret.
What was I thinking?, who knew?
The truth is its always been you!
So I drink to numb the pain of my broken heart, the wound inflicted by own hands.
The Mirage that life was good faded when I saw you once again.
Your face a gentle reminder of what happiness was and could have been.
Your presence a flashback of how it was to feel whole and complete.
I let you go, I let you down, the jewel of my crown is missing, and now I sit and watch my kingdom fall before my very eyes..
I'm sorry.
Mechanical Box
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
TBC
Broken powder on a white night
Hidden message for a black light
Endless walls in a boxed up room
Forever laughing with the girl in bloom.
Mouth to mouth in this party of pills
Running wild down the steepest of hills
Breaking free of reality and fame
Standing along in a world of pain....
Hidden message for a black light
Endless walls in a boxed up room
Forever laughing with the girl in bloom.
Mouth to mouth in this party of pills
Running wild down the steepest of hills
Breaking free of reality and fame
Standing along in a world of pain....
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Twisted Senses
Look me in the eye for just this moment,
and see the source of my dreams.
Lend me your ear and hear the hidden message in the white noise.
Pay attention and feel the scratching of my voice.
Try and feel my pulse, my blood is dry from the air of emptiness.
and see the source of my dreams.
Lend me your ear and hear the hidden message in the white noise.
Pay attention and feel the scratching of my voice.
Try and feel my pulse, my blood is dry from the air of emptiness.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Emotional Practicality
Rising to the top of this ordeal, slaving away for a better meal.
Pushing pride and ego to the side
Replacing love for the perfect ride
wanting more and giving less
Claiming it all when you are not the best, while picking at the limbs of the rest.
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
Washing out all you know
Hang it up just for show
Barking up all the wrong trees
dirty palms and scabbed knees
Alluring gazes for the prey
All for you on this twisted day
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen.
Pushing pride and ego to the side
Replacing love for the perfect ride
wanting more and giving less
Claiming it all when you are not the best, while picking at the limbs of the rest.
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
Washing out all you know
Hang it up just for show
Barking up all the wrong trees
dirty palms and scabbed knees
Alluring gazes for the prey
All for you on this twisted day
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen
You were wrong not to save me
I am one with the fallen.
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