
03-12-2007, 12:17 AM
Memory Kills:
its very relatable.
the mood fits the content
humid eyes:
you start out with one pattern and then switch- i think it makes it more cohesive if you stick to whatever pattern you decide on
my lullaby:
it sounds like something that was written with acidic tears- very emotional
be free:
hmmm hard to tell if this is supposed to be a self inflicted incedent or if its really physical (could be the point?)
trapped
the mood/ contentent doesnt fit the title- its not desperate enough
letting my strength shine:
again, the pattern isnt continuous
and now for my crap:
Untitled
Sometimes it seems like I'm home
And others like I'm alone
I don't always wanna feel this way
But it's the price I need to pay
Let me lie here and sleep
Times like this I just can't compete
Let me lie here alone
And decipher my sins to atone
I'm here waiting for nothing
And still expecting there to be something
A vaporous tear runs down my cheek
Like the silent words that I try to speak
Soon someone will ask me to stay
And then I'll go wander away
break down
The songs that come to my mind
They all seem to apply
But when the random song arrives
That's when I can't survive
I want to break down and cry
Realizing it's not a lie
End
Brick by brick, the walls fall down
All around my desperate town
I want my slumber
I want my sleep
Give me a sanctuary
In which to keep
I'm pacing back and forth
In the darkness, without a torch
Playing machinery
Playing god
Never perfect
More like sod
I have wept, I have cried
As my head gets slowly fried
Nice and tender
Nice and crisp
All I know is
Time's a wisp
In my own little Babylon
Somehow it goes on and on
I want peace
I need to jet
But this is all
I shall get
Untitled
theres a side that needs a break,
a side that will be dissapointed.
theres a side that needs to creat,
a side that will be stifled.
there is a side that wants to cry out,
a side that will be hushed.
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