The silent whispers of the night
creep inside my body
crawl under my skin
and burry themselves to where I can't see them
I feel every move
I hear every sound
the icy breath of the unknown awakens my shadow
to escape and become one of them
I shiver and shake
I toss and turn
I fight the feeling
I try to find a cure
but all is lost within the
silent whispers of the night.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The End
If this is how it ends,
then I'm alright with it,
you'll never see me cry,
alone in the darkness of the night,
the emptiness creeps inside my body,
from every corner of my room.
I'll never be the same again.
I'll watch the sun meet the earth,
like an unforseen kiss,
but only from a distance.
My life rotates slowly,
as it's played for everyone to watch,
I long for it to skip,
to become something I'm not,
to almost become unreal.
I wait for it to stop,
on a part I've dreamed for,
for so long,
just waiting for it to be perfect,
to end my life right,
to make it worth the endless journey.
so...
I'll shove MY key into "destiny"
and watch the world take
its
turn.
then I'm alright with it,
you'll never see me cry,
alone in the darkness of the night,
the emptiness creeps inside my body,
from every corner of my room.
I'll never be the same again.
I'll watch the sun meet the earth,
like an unforseen kiss,
but only from a distance.
My life rotates slowly,
as it's played for everyone to watch,
I long for it to skip,
to become something I'm not,
to almost become unreal.
I wait for it to stop,
on a part I've dreamed for,
for so long,
just waiting for it to be perfect,
to end my life right,
to make it worth the endless journey.
so...
I'll shove MY key into "destiny"
and watch the world take
its
turn.
The Untold Story
I made up a world of magic,
because my life is simply tragic.
I started from dust,
and it became lust.
Oh, how happy it made me feel.
I stare at nothing but light,
to face the fright,
of an unhappy childhood dream.
I sat back to watch,
what my mind had brought up,
and it couldn't help but beam.
I made up a world of magic,
to cover up the tragic,
of an unhappy childhood dream,
and how all that is left is dust
and now it's my lust,
and now I'm here to,
stay.
because my life is simply tragic.
I started from dust,
and it became lust.
Oh, how happy it made me feel.
I stare at nothing but light,
to face the fright,
of an unhappy childhood dream.
I sat back to watch,
what my mind had brought up,
and it couldn't help but beam.
I made up a world of magic,
to cover up the tragic,
of an unhappy childhood dream,
and how all that is left is dust
and now it's my lust,
and now I'm here to,
stay.
October Rain
There's a tap on my window,
I awoke from reality to find you standing there,
with arms wide open.
The look on your face of sorrow and fright,
just let to rain drop,
it'll be alright.
October rain come fast for me,
don't let me be alone,
I'm afraid of dying within,
and never letting go.
The stillness around me is unbearibly cold,
October rain,
I need you to listen so,
You're letting me die in the sight of light,
Just let the sun set and catch the night.
October rain,
believe in me,
I've searched for love and now I'm free,
October rain,
You're forgetting me so,
I feel the rain coming,
and now,
you're telling me that it's time to
let go.
I awoke from reality to find you standing there,
with arms wide open.
The look on your face of sorrow and fright,
just let to rain drop,
it'll be alright.
October rain come fast for me,
don't let me be alone,
I'm afraid of dying within,
and never letting go.
The stillness around me is unbearibly cold,
October rain,
I need you to listen so,
You're letting me die in the sight of light,
Just let the sun set and catch the night.
October rain,
believe in me,
I've searched for love and now I'm free,
October rain,
You're forgetting me so,
I feel the rain coming,
and now,
you're telling me that it's time to
let go.
I'm Not What You Thought I Was
I was caught in your world,
ashamed, uninspired, empy with no thoughts, tearless, and forgotten.
What do I need to become for you to want me?
again, at least.
Someone everyone hates?
Someone that no one knows? or,
someone that is afraid to show their face?
Love is a confusing thing,
but no one ever said it was like a puzzle,
jagged pieces, that will never fit together.
Love is what I want,
now,
and,
forever.
ashamed, uninspired, empy with no thoughts, tearless, and forgotten.
What do I need to become for you to want me?
again, at least.
Someone everyone hates?
Someone that no one knows? or,
someone that is afraid to show their face?
Love is a confusing thing,
but no one ever said it was like a puzzle,
jagged pieces, that will never fit together.
Love is what I want,
now,
and,
forever.
My Secret
You believe what you want to believe,
my heart will break for you.
Pieces fall to the ground,
broken, unable to fit back together.
My pain will never be covered up,
I'll show it to the world.
I'll fake a smile to pretend like everything is perfect,
when in reality it's a nightmare,
never to be told.
You leave me alone in the dark,
to die.
My heart still beats;
for you?
Now, that's a different question.
my heart will break for you.
Pieces fall to the ground,
broken, unable to fit back together.
My pain will never be covered up,
I'll show it to the world.
I'll fake a smile to pretend like everything is perfect,
when in reality it's a nightmare,
never to be told.
You leave me alone in the dark,
to die.
My heart still beats;
for you?
Now, that's a different question.
Monday, December 27, 2010
YOU!
You make me feel as if I'm an unpaved road.
You make me feel as if I'm half empty, not half full,
in a lit room, you somehow make it dark.
You make me feel like a dead rose,
ready to crunch in pain.
You're a pen without ink,
unable to write.
You're the world,
without the air it needs.
You're the reason that I write the awful things i do,
because,
I'm hopeless,
and dependent on everything you simply do.
You make me feel as if I'm half empty, not half full,
in a lit room, you somehow make it dark.
You make me feel like a dead rose,
ready to crunch in pain.
You're a pen without ink,
unable to write.
You're the world,
without the air it needs.
You're the reason that I write the awful things i do,
because,
I'm hopeless,
and dependent on everything you simply do.
She's Just a Shadow.
Her life is a simple sheet of paper;
blank, white, ready for a mark to be made.
But where's the pen?
Who's the author?
She doesn't know...
Everyone sees the outside,
if only people really knew what was going on in the inside.
She longs for people to want her,
for someone to care about her problems and secrets.
But in her world,
everyone is broken,
empty with no answers.
She longs for her world to be different,
for that blank, white, simple sheet of paper to be filled.
Where's the pen?
Who's the author? no. one. knows.
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