I'm leaving alone, no wild eyed love tight around my arms, God forbid it be that easy, I leave tonight on a stone cold ride that I don't know, that will just let me go no thought to tame or calm, just let it go and ride into the dark, leave this town behind where it's all alright, hit the parties at night and sleep all day, the headbangers in leather, tight pants and lipstick across the room staring back at you as static reigns through the crowd, the speakers boom as the treble hits the low key and the heads hit the floor, the hafway point as the rock fist glides high in the air, waving down and out of sight with each little stroke that sends
Why are you still in my head, a sight I can't get rid of, a feeling I can't escape, this want in my mind the captivation in my eyes, to know I've missed the chance that came around and I shut my eyes to the one time occurance of another thought of us. Was it meant to be? Were you never going to be there for me like I'd asked? Like she can be? Why can't I shake this feeling? Why won't you simply let me be. This aching in my veins and a yearning for your skin seems to dissipate as the words roll off my nails onto the board unto this screen, the burning want being thrown onto paper, to be left behind and be renounced until it's brought up again,
This world isn't worth my worry, only in my head where everything is fine, where I can crawl back in my shell and flow with the torrent of spite that swirls around this reality, that's the only place that really feels like home. I want to get away from here, to break free from the chains that bind me to the floor, I want to soar and bring at least someone with me, because a lone world isn't worth going to. It might have just been a dream, or just a thought I made up one day sitting here in this chair, deep in my dear depression, waiting for a sign that everythings better, waiting to see the sun shine again and to say it's all ok. I can't wait
All talk and no action. It's what most think when my work is read, I always say I'm going to do somethig drastic, but I stop myself, can anyone guess why though? Do you have the brainspan of a person with an intelect far beyond your comprehension? If you think you do, then you know the answer is simple. I do it because I'm stronger than the weak minded fools that mutilate themselves day by day, smarter than the ones that sit and wallow in their depression. In and out of holes, like a trooper in a war, trying to make it to the bunker and take it out, each hole get's deeper and darker, as if getting to the source of my sadness, my bad luck, my
I feel the hate rise up in me, the anger towards myself for the sin commited against my own mind, the assault on my skin by others breaching the tedious wall I tried to build to hide my thoughts, now a barren wasteland where no tree stands, no hope lies, no peace sleeps, just one tiny spec in all of the chaos, my picture of me in my mind, the godly figure I portrayed myself as to which I want to become one day, and one day soon. I cannot become this as long as I feel this way, as long as the pain keeps coming back, like rolling thunder in the storm, it comes right after she passes. Nothing really left to say to myself to make anything seem li
The Death of our Innocence by Deadhead20, literature
Literature
The Death of our Innocence
She walks the walk on a cold winter night, the darkness cool and the ground a frozen slate. Behind her though, is death. A figure tread in black, the hood a tattered mess, the feet nowhere to be seen, just a trail of flame. It does not bound up and down, just levitates, it's hand extended straight in front of it, a cracked old finger, no flesh just bone, reaching for the innocence. This is the metaphor for the worlds innocence, the childrens hopes and dreams nearly daily crushed by the cruelty and dishonesty this world has to offer. Where is our safe haven? Where is the hero when you need him most? Nowhere in sight. And so Death creeps closer
This is the anger, this is what I've felt, the memory, the thought of just his face, that quirky little smirk burning in my head, laughing in my face. I want to make these lyrics, I want to scream it to the world and let all this hate out and let them all know why, let you know why it hurts to see that face, from what I believe, from what I've seen, the past may be the past but that it remains in your head is what aches in my heart. This is the pain, the rememberance of what he said, the way he described what he's already done the fateful day I lost my compassion for this human race, lost the trust for one slick moment in humanity itself. Is
Till death do I suffer. The sin, I do not know, for a tragedy such as this. The stake I've been struck by hurts worse than any mortal wound. The temptation has drugged me into my ever black abyss. The pain, returns. And with it, sweet deaths black kiss, of a lover sent from hell, to taunt me to no end. To drag me down with her to the darkest reaches of my own mind, the suffering bastard I am, left behind by lust, the greed, the self-confidence. I am a man no more. I have been busted to too many shards. My heart is wounded by your touch, the pain it brings a prick to my very soul. Will I ever see the light of day again? Will I be able to walk
This world isn't worth my worry, only in my head where everything is fine, where I can crawl back in my shell and flow with the torrent of spite that swirls around this reality, that's the only place that really feels like home. I want to get away from here, to break free from the chains that bind me to the floor, I want to soar and bring at least someone with me, because a lone world isn't worth going to. It might have just been a dream, or just a thought I made up one day sitting here in this chair, deep in my dear depression, waiting for a sign that everythings better, waiting to see the sun shine again and to say it's all ok. I can't wait
This world isn't worth my worry, only in my head where everything is fine, where I can crawl back in my shell and flow with the torrent of spite that swirls around this reality, that's the only place that really feels like home. I want to get away from here, to break free from the chains that bind me to the floor, I want to soar and bring at least someone with me, because a lone world isn't worth going to. It might have just been a dream, or just a thought I made up one day sitting here in this chair, deep in my dear depression, waiting for a sign that everythings better, waiting to see the sun shine again and to say it's all ok. I can't wait
Till death do I suffer. The sin, I do not know, for a tragedy such as this. The stake I've been struck by hurts worse than any mortal wound. The temptation has drugged me into my ever black abyss. The pain, returns. And with it, sweet deaths black kiss, of a lover sent from hell, to taunt me to no end. To drag me down with her to the darkest reaches of my own mind, the suffering bastard I am, left behind by lust, the greed, the self-confidence. I am a man no more. I have been busted to too many shards. My heart is wounded by your touch, the pain it brings a prick to my very soul. Will I ever see the light of day again? Will I be able to walk
This is the anger, this is what I've felt, the memory, the thought of just his face, that quirky little smirk burning in my head, laughing in my face. I want to make these lyrics, I want to scream it to the world and let all this hate out and let them all know why, let you know why it hurts to see that face, from what I believe, from what I've seen, the past may be the past but that it remains in your head is what aches in my heart. This is the pain, the rememberance of what he said, the way he described what he's already done the fateful day I lost my compassion for this human race, lost the trust for one slick moment in humanity itself. Is
The Death of our Innocence by Deadhead20, literature
Literature
The Death of our Innocence
She walks the walk on a cold winter night, the darkness cool and the ground a frozen slate. Behind her though, is death. A figure tread in black, the hood a tattered mess, the feet nowhere to be seen, just a trail of flame. It does not bound up and down, just levitates, it's hand extended straight in front of it, a cracked old finger, no flesh just bone, reaching for the innocence. This is the metaphor for the worlds innocence, the childrens hopes and dreams nearly daily crushed by the cruelty and dishonesty this world has to offer. Where is our safe haven? Where is the hero when you need him most? Nowhere in sight. And so Death creeps closer
I feel the hate rise up in me, the anger towards myself for the sin commited against my own mind, the assault on my skin by others breaching the tedious wall I tried to build to hide my thoughts, now a barren wasteland where no tree stands, no hope lies, no peace sleeps, just one tiny spec in all of the chaos, my picture of me in my mind, the godly figure I portrayed myself as to which I want to become one day, and one day soon. I cannot become this as long as I feel this way, as long as the pain keeps coming back, like rolling thunder in the storm, it comes right after she passes. Nothing really left to say to myself to make anything seem li
All talk and no action. It's what most think when my work is read, I always say I'm going to do somethig drastic, but I stop myself, can anyone guess why though? Do you have the brainspan of a person with an intelect far beyond your comprehension? If you think you do, then you know the answer is simple. I do it because I'm stronger than the weak minded fools that mutilate themselves day by day, smarter than the ones that sit and wallow in their depression. In and out of holes, like a trooper in a war, trying to make it to the bunker and take it out, each hole get's deeper and darker, as if getting to the source of my sadness, my bad luck, my
This world isn't worth my worry, only in my head where everything is fine, where I can crawl back in my shell and flow with the torrent of spite that swirls around this reality, that's the only place that really feels like home. I want to get away from here, to break free from the chains that bind me to the floor, I want to soar and bring at least someone with me, because a lone world isn't worth going to. It might have just been a dream, or just a thought I made up one day sitting here in this chair, deep in my dear depression, waiting for a sign that everythings better, waiting to see the sun shine again and to say it's all ok. I can't wait
Why are you still in my head, a sight I can't get rid of, a feeling I can't escape, this want in my mind the captivation in my eyes, to know I've missed the chance that came around and I shut my eyes to the one time occurance of another thought of us. Was it meant to be? Were you never going to be there for me like I'd asked? Like she can be? Why can't I shake this feeling? Why won't you simply let me be. This aching in my veins and a yearning for your skin seems to dissipate as the words roll off my nails onto the board unto this screen, the burning want being thrown onto paper, to be left behind and be renounced until it's brought up again,
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So Far Away by Deadhead20, literature
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So Far Away
This world isn't worth my worry, only in my head where everything is fine, where I can crawl back in my shell and flow with the torrent of spite that swirls around this reality, that's the only place that really feels like home. I want to get away from here, to break free from the chains that bind me to the floor, I want to soar and bring at least someone with me, because a lone world isn't worth going to. It might have just been a dream, or just a thought I made up one day sitting here in this chair, deep in my dear depression, waiting for a sign that everythings better, waiting to see the sun shine again and to say it's all ok. I can't wait
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hey sexy I love you thought id tell you while i was thinking of it. lol. i hope we can get together soon. i love our phone convos and the life that is to come. love you Pey Pey!