"You curse the inner demons Condemn all that aches What you thought would kill you Also keeps you alive and breathing Don't deny your inner demons Don't try to kill them away Make use of your passion and pain Grief, melancholy Sources divine to creativity" |
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I am facelessThe human filled with foolish pride Love and beauty is cast aside No tear for the dying poet Because money has to be notedI am faceless
I am a cog, a gear In a world ruled by fear
And the abyss of this world's baseness Has taught me that I am nothing, that I am faceless
What have we all done? What have we all become?
The rose in my hand is still too far from my true being and I still can't stop seeing all those pictures drawn into the sand of all the things I wished for So I stand at this sho
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a holeWhere the hell do I belong? All the flowers have been taken from the meadow And I feel so hollow...a hole
I weep to every single song That's ascending from the piano which is standing in my own shadow And the waters are so sallow...
I wish I could stop sighing Standing here, on my pile of gold But I even fail at trying And there are no arms to hold
All I know Is that there's a hole In my soul The seems to grow And keeps me from feeling whole
by ~42T-i-M42
I burn the treeThis path is paved with metaphors and memories The birds are hanging upside down in their treesI burn the tree
One of them has the lonely tree to pass Which towers on vast plains of grass
Scaring me And symbolizing me With its lonesome existence Deriding me And pointing at me With its finger-like branches
With a torch in my hand I start the rebellion And burn the tree with passion I burn it down Burn it to the ground
I burn the tree To set me free
by ~42T-i-M42
to walk on endlesslyI collapse as I vomit at the white wall. The nothingness that I am kissing, Tells me that there is something missing. And so I am going to fall...to walk on endlessly
Sitting in my living room I just want wo go home I seach for the place where roses bloom A place where I can peacefully roam
So I stand up, leave my house To enter the fields, just to rouse Everything that sleeps in me And walk on endlessly...
by ~42T-i-M42
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