every night i lie awake, listening to the silent voices in my head. with every new thought there does not come triumpht there comes sadness and worry i dream of what my tired eyes are supposted to rest on. but yet i wonder upon what im supposted to dream, only for the fact that my eyes have never seen a happy place. my ears have never heard a happy tune my lips have never touched another's. ive only breathed upon death. following me through the dark night is death and sorrow. there r words that i have not yet said, nor i want to hear. my stomach flutters with every mistake. no statements come to mind,only questions. nothing more. thats what im about- a guessing box of questions,just waiting to be solved. so unsure of the uneven life i lead. my rose has never turned the wanted red, only wilted into a black feather never to touch, unsure of weather or not it will fall to pieces. pieces:a common word....but only used to define me. the shiney peice of silver seems as if its calling me. seems as if its the only hope. i take another look, then decide. grasping it as i prepare twords my fumble to another world.
possibilties
i countuie to rust until my world becomes into gravity. just waiting for silent anwsers i sit in the wiating room of death, only waiting to be called. tears flow from the closed cracks of my glass covered eyes i cant help but make a relization of how familaiar this place seems to be the sacrifices and deaths made here. and i let the demon push me, standing in defencless light messing with me mind-testing me to the point of extreme hatered towards myself. im simply outrun-out done- no possiblities left its sad that not only outside people can see right through me, but i 2 can see right through myself. id love to get found. but thats only a possibilty. never ending possibilitys
ilovegood-charlotte · Fri Aug 03, 2007 @ 08:10pm · 0 Comments |