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Secrets like chains and cinderblocks Leaving me unable to move Lies like tape around my mouth Keeping my voice from existing
The many times I've been wronged by you Can be counted with the stars in the sky! I'm lost at sea! With no way home! No way out!
Russian roulette as a past time activity Its nothing compared to the pain in my back With the knife you've stabbed so many times! The clouds depict a picture of your life! Scattered and missing!
I was always there! I had the key to the cage!
Hiding Behinds The PewsHiding Behinds The PewsHiding Behinds The Pews
The sun is blacked out and the moon has become as blood And the stars have fallen from space You're hiding from Him Why are you running? Why aren't your bowing down Praise your holy creator
It was written in the pages Dont hide behind the pews! It was written in the pages Why aren't you the man you said you were?
You're innocence was a mask You wanted to fit into a society Believing you were following a fake way of life
The sky is seperating You've hidden behind the pews Stop your running &
My Father's SonMy Father's SonMy Father's Son
A sickening sight A man with needles stuck in his arm Addiction replacing the mind! Is he brain dead or just pure meth?
Eyes gone hollow From this painful sight A husband, a father A fiend, a pathetic cunt!
Without you This world has been so hard
But dont worry I'm want you would want... I'm want you would want...
With my lungs black I'm my father's son I'll rip apart myself
Turn my eyes sullen Lungs black Feel the smoke I'll burn it down!
Cirqueskipping on floors that keep falling away treading on water that melts in the wake flying on wings that flap uselessly moving so broadly i catch in the breeze;Cirque
movement assisted pushed forward held back
borders pressed backward for sideways advance
time slows like iced honey in this world of one, suspended in place by the rushing of
a soulless current. hands outstretched in argyle stays, white skin and red nose runs.
…an oddity on display.
running on sidewalks that c
Water That RemainsI struggle to the surface I try so hard to breathe I plunge beneath the waves As the spirit leavesWater That Remains
Then I find myself lying down, facing the rising sun I've put a lot of water under the bridge
But not all of it is gone
I swim into the clear skies Until the clouds fill my eyes I find myself drifting far away The world around me fades away
Then I find myself crying, to a broken-hearted song I've put my twisted past behind me But am I the only one?
I look forward and all I can see The water that remains still has a hold of me
Paper Heart SyndromeYou flutter on your fragile wings expecting them not to break under the pressure of your heart, heavy as a stone. Gentle, subdued, but not abused; you're like the canary who refuses to sing when the walls around you are not your home.Paper Heart Syndrome
You make the word "suicidal" sound so beautiful Toss me away into the wastepaper basket Let the gentle words be my safeguarded casket
Highlight the words on the paper, do any of them seem any emptier when set apart? You are a strange kind of lover who can only pass your love along a paper heart.
You make the word "
UnquenchableSun kissed lips of pain Scorch me with their whispering touch. I'm blackened, branded by your soft yearning lust I'd crawl inside my memories, to relive your love. I'm haunted by you, and I can't get enough.Unquenchable
Parched, I search for your attention. Just one glance will slake my need. I reach out to you, head turned toward your sun, struggling to grow in the shadow of disinterest. I am withering in my loneliness.
Dehydration brings mirages of you Even as I drink my fill I know it To be just like your love, illusion, unreal.
Underexposure to you leaves me
So dizzy...
Hump
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I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
~lyriclub
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I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
~lyriclub
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
---
I support: =DailyLitDeviations *100ThemesChallenge ~Prompt-A-Day ~CollabLit
--
I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
~lyriclub
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
---
I support: =DailyLitDeviations *100ThemesChallenge ~Prompt-A-Day ~CollabLit
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~lyriclub
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I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside
~lyriclub
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