Asking what he's meant to do,
When the truth's just another path to choose,
'Cause he's fallen to my knees here,
And he has everything to lose.
We shouldn't be trapped in lies.
We were meant to live for more.
Lost and fallen and broken again.
We should have much more to live for.
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S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.
I'm done. Not sure What all I'm done with But whatever Any of it May be presented as I'm done. Is it Opuss. Is it writing. Is it fighting. What may it be.
If my eyes no longer see. Beauty that's in front of me. If my legs no longer run. Shoot me with the starter's gun. If it becomes too hard to breathe. And my chest starts not to heave.
Mind: numb Cogs: still whirring... Body: aches Eyes: nothing occurring. There's life in here, but who turned the lights out. Who said "Forget it", then gave my brain the wipeout.
For tonight I wish upon the stars in a sky that shimmers blanketed with dismay that’s created and fed.. by me.
Dark room, nothing but mere silence. I listen to the peaceful rain falling from the gloomy clouds, every little drop. It's soothing lullaby calms me down, puts me to sleep. It allows me to dream.
You know when you wake up, and you have that moment where for just a second, everything's perfect. There's no lingering questions on you're mind or deep regrets.
Why are we hiding When the sun is this blinding. Are you scared of the night Or too weak to fight. Why should we leave When there's nobody to deceive. Are we running together Or apart forever.
Do you ever wish You could have a blank page. Fresh and white and clean, Pure Spotless Blotless, each stain removed Sinking back into the parchment it had spoiled.
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