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Cold and alone. I walk this road. With no hope or faith. I'm destitute from love. I long and linger. Too long and too often. I know not of how to be. Sane or normal who knows. I wish I could be cold.
The world lusts after me. (But into temptation I shall not fall). It washes over me unceasingly. (But I have firm roots under all). They claw at me desperately. (But I slowly fight them back).
I've been placed in the 'Lost and Found', It seems desperation knows no bounds. It seems destiny's poured my life down the drain, But no one sees the suffering, no one sees the pain.
When God closes a door he opens a window-. But what about,. When you find out,. The window is to small,. And your stuck in the wall,. Half in,. Half out,. You then see,. Where you could be,.
He supposed his jitters were enough to Exclude his participation in his Trial. But although he did all that he could do To avoid it, it couldn't be helped: this Was a doomed endeavour from the outset.
Is Government failing?there's no regulation, searching for a positive outcome but we're constantly paying for others destruction, in our tax we have no reductions, suffering silently behind doors...
I just stand at your shore. Don't know why I even come here anymore. Your waves keep chasing me. And I don't know how to set myself free. I just want to float. Washing away my thoughts.
Why does the sun have to come and ruin my night.
Sad feelings related. Topics rarely debated. Hearts feeling dejected. Hopeless head infected. Passion pleads for protection. The deeds to my affection. My keys to inject wisdom. With just one wish.
#projecthumanity Why do I always chase heads for tales. When success comes with fake smiles anyhow. Must I always continue to follow the crowd.
Back to school and work today, For time has up and run away, Half term was only one week long, Now Evil sings his cruel, cruel song.
My eyes were glued closed,. Against the frosty wind,. My nearly frozen toes,. Told me here, I was pinned,. The darkness ate me up,. While all I could do was sigh,. I wish I had the luck,.
#phrase. It's not the end. Those aren't your bells. The reapers now writing. His kiss and tell. He gave you a taste. Of an oh so near demise. So you may appreciate. The miracle that is your life.
To be gifted is a curse. A hardship. That must be assessed. Thoroughly. Because gifts aren't given without a purpose. And no purpose is purely. Right. Just. To be a 'hero' is to have.
Sometimes I catch you. You fall so seldom. It's hard to find a reason. You stand so rigid. Brittle. Destined never to bend. But to break into pieces. Under the weight of a. Twisted world.
U. N N. K O N. W. And all alone. Never to find. A true home. A. T G. S H. O. Among the living. Found in memories. Of pain and grieving. O. S. L. T.
Each breath is so shaky, Trying to hold them in, Waiting for death to take me, Waiting for dark to win, Time is ticking away, While fatigue tries to bite, When's the time to make my way, And how do...
#halloweenparty #ghost I don't want to be the ghost no more, Haunting round for something that is unlikely to happen.
I think we've taken a step too far. We've gone over the line we drew. There is danger where we are. We're out of the things we knew. We can't slow down now, we'll just speed.
Weary of the day Weary of this moment in life Taught it shouldn't be this way Work hard and you'll be alright Taught life isn't fair Some say it is what it is what it is Your hearts got 1 true...
I find myself afloat. In a pool of misplaced hope. a sea of my own fears. and a river of my 'oh so nears'. I'd rather drown. than tread this water. I'd rather sink. than ride this wave. I'd rather be.
Crimson eyes,. Sharp wicked smile,. Destruction has you high,. Injecting in your veins,. Up in smoke,. Ash over winters cold night,. Burning out the hopefuls hope,. Resting beneath the dark,.
Hope really is the killing blow, From the moment it seeds and starts to grow, It colours your vision rosey of the world. So when the glass cracks a part of you withers and dies.
He had thought it impossible but his love bore him a child, who also had their gift and curse.