Mind's Labyrinth
I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear.
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I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear.
Just one more key Just one more line Just one more sniff Just one more time Just one more sip Just one more drink Just one more round No time to think Just one more pill What could it do.
#weeklyopusschallenge Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the day, Little kids, nothing smells: 'Cause Santa's on the way. Filling his sack with gifts, An iPod or a doll, Maybe a makeup set.
I love the moments. When I can feel. The world is empty. Nothing's real. Just me and nature. The trees, the sky. Not a soul in sight. I could even fly. Take me somewhere. Far away. Where I can hope.
Goodbye, goodbye. I wish you didn't have to go. Goodbye, goodbye. I wish it wasn't so. Goodbye, goodbye. Your work is pure art. Goodbye, goodbye. It breaks my heart. Goodbye, goodbye.
The glass floors for skating had once been a lake. The children learn to ballet on the sugar cake. footsteps painted, the artist falls, Fall like angels. Red cheeked like dolls.
Between love and hate there is a fine line, that’s what they say, And I believed them not, in my foolish days, Disbelief that the luscious rose could cripple and wilt, That the sturdy walls could...
Mama, mama, can't you see what they all have done to me. Took away my sanity. Now I've gone crazy. They beat me numb and black and blue.
You speak to me in riddles and You speak to me in rhymes. My body aches to breathe you, Your words keep me alive..
I scrape my living, Through some endless means, For mother and child, Unlike other teens. Don't come to me, All big and smart, Complaining of life, That to mine, is art.
Black, white and mute we wander, through these… empty alleyways and corridors. White Light strikes us blind, when these eyes meet, our silence donned with firm underscores.
Just In Case... When again you're in my face, Promise me you'll keep up with the pace, Just In Case... You're back for this ol' chase, Promise me you won't fall outta place, Just In Case...
Every morning I'm calm and sleeping until that stupid box starts beeping. The annoyance made is pretty drastic. Caused by an evil piece of plastic. I fling my hand upon its top.
I could search the whole world over Under the sky so blue But never agin would I ever Be able to find another you.
Autumn leaves are falling, Cold dreams, Are calling me around. Through a sleepless silence, A teardrop, Falls to the ground..
Get ready for it, It's about to come, Our time is nearly over, After this, we are done.
Snug in a coffee shop corner, warm coffee in hand, the warmth of the cup, makes me feel grand. Memories of Christmas past come to mind, the sound of a passing train, reminds me of a friend so kind.
#colour It's that time again, I fear it when it comes. It's that time again, I feel it in my bones. It's that time again, Snow white flakes begin to fall. It's that time again, A halo they do form.
I'm just about through With loving you. All you've ever done is yell and scream, whine and complain. All you've ever done is cause me pain. All you've ever done is let me down.
I love this life, yet I hate the everyday strife. My girlfriend is fine, her busty friend, makes me lose my mind. Classical music brings me peace, loud metal brings release.
"It's here. It's here!" I hear my sister shout I ask her what's up and she says look out.
Airplanes in flight, Chem-trails sprayed in plain sight. More children aborted everyday, yet they still continue their immoral sex play.
Internal combustion, my heart begins to burn, evil thoughts start to churn. Tainted from within, temptation weighs to sin. Her beauty gives no aid, my lust causes my resolve to fade.
Red. Red is blood, In which heat thrives. Red is pain, In which fear drives. Red is hate, In which regret hides. Red is power, In which greed defies. Red is tears, In which are silent cries.