lostsigned
a loser in love
jack
I gave you my soul...Lying in the darkness My soul lies still down at my feet I followed me through silence To a place it shouldn't be A single tear rolls down my cheek As i peer into my hollow eyes And i wonder why i hid in fear Hid in fear behind that disguise I didnt need him, didn't want him But loved him anyways Th way he stole my kindered soul Makes me feel like a disgrace Towards him, the world, myself anyway How could he ever do such a thing I threw out my secrets Opened the unopenable door Then i gave him my soul He left lying right here on the floor &nbI gave you my soul...
This Side of SightNew concreteThis Side of Sight
Devastating smiles like the roads that stretch from ear to ear
Miles of interrogating pavement
Makes me sweat like bright lights
The rain beats at the walls during the night
Steel phoenix falling from the clouds
I hear the screams
But move not from my bed
Not ever from my pillow
Even though my dreams are so damn loud
And I could stop the pain
Ruptured veins like California fissures
A path to be ensued is one not seen
Follow the truth that shines the brightest &nbs
passive_lazypassive*lazy*passive_lazy
Tears hoodwinked into coming,
I'm wasting my life here,
unknowing of where to roam.
I feel it's burning,
but I dare not to turn.
I'm pathetic,
I'm lazy,
yet calling it passive,
unworthy of my opportunities,
left to rot without another doubt in my mind,
I say I'm searching,
I say it's not my true calling,
but I for one know nothing of this,
because I never cared enough to actually think of one.
I'm a burden to this world,
a n
The CryptThis is the crypt, The broken tomb. So desolate, This empty room. Am I stuck here? I can't tell. Can't reach the door, Within this hell.The Crypt
Lonely is the silence, With which I am surrounded. Horrid are the problems, Which have kept me confounded.
Outside I hear the voices, Of happy children playing. They ask why I'm not with them, Why I keep delaying. They say that I should come, They beg of me to leave, The lonely little room, In which I sit and greive.
I tell them that I'm trying, But just can't rea
Bliss
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There is nothing more serious than a child at play.
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