I can't take it, I am on my last lap. I cannot cry Because there are no tears left. I am sorry But I am going crazy. My mind and heart Joined forces to drag me to an early grave.
I can’t take it any more The clicking clocks Drive me ****** insane I am bored I am going insane I am inside Talking to myself I can’t even ensure that This is my present reality I am legit bored
As the clock moves It's hands foreword We begin to realize that our Time alive is deadline down By the millisecond We have to understand That that the years of Adulthood are overbearing And so we need to clench onto Our mothers *****. In which we graciosly  need.
The sickly taste Trickles down my raspy Throat Waiting to burn the thoughts Of the conscious And birth the child Of uncontrollable antics Wondering where The people that said They loved me Are laid to sleep In their earthly home Or if the new ones Say it so boldly Would like to join Them in the holy Throne
Morning and night I will never stop loving you I will never forget How you loved me, How you treated me as a Queen, How you and I created this Beauty , That constantly reminds Me of our love I will never stop Loving you I will never stop missing you
Sometimes I feel like screaming Punching Kicking But the world waits For no man And will leave us behind to rot Like un-dead corpses. So I pick my stuff up Leave And never return to my state Of unhappiness
The creepy smile Slithers down the hallway He is searching For the naughty To gobble them up. He is watching And waiting Hoping you slip up Because He is hungry. Be careful those of young Your days are numbered Christmas is coming And he is watching And waiting.
I never saw something so Beautiful. It is untouched by The corruption of This world Unaware to the evil But unnoticed by humanity In its natural element The green pastures Glow
My love is confused It is entangled with depression Anxiety and non committal views My love shows me nothing but pain And loneliness Shows me my worthless existence can Still be awaken And greeted by a blank canvas of Meaningless lonely adventure
For me my life was Stolen Taken abruptly With no form of sympathy It feels like an Endless Nightmare That I attempt to fight But the thief is more Powerful And expects me to fail As the thief Consumes my happiness, peace, freedom I lay awake in my Barren room Cryinglike an Infant child No one hears my Tears But one day these cries Would cease And there would be murmurs Among the land
I strive to accept The ones who hate me To be like Ghandi To work for peace In its manifestation, To be free like a bird Unbound by hatred. To love one another Like Bob Marley loved his country.
This is the last night He will suffer the trauma Hear the cries of agony. He wants to drown the pain. But it's too much bear. He is grasping onto the final breath. But it becomes hitched. He wants to repent for the sins Against man. But it seems he must be tormented By the life that haunts him Until dawn breaks
We are one in Spirit In Body In Mind In Soul. That's why our love is boundless And endless. Because we are the two peas in the pod that never withers, Or falls.
I am not a toy, You cant control me, I am human just like you, And I astounded at how you used me, Don't come near me again, Because my life, is going to be needed by someone, And it sure as hell does not have to be you.
The icy air hits My warm face It is that time of year Where the Christmas music Chime down hallways. People filled With Joy , With Hope, Dance through the streets Until morn Waiting, Waiting for the Jolly ******* to slide down the chimney To provide the undeserving Gifts. Winter is supposed To be a time of cocoa Winter is supposed To be a time of glad tithing Winter is supposed to be A time of family But with each ornate Decoration I begin to hate Each simplistic snowfall.
Thinking is so powerful That it can destroy A nation. It can stop time It can bend backs We have to think to create Because we have to imagine The benefits The consequences. Of what we plan to do.
Crazy thing is Sometimes I really like the rain The pitter patter of the water on the glass window pane Creates the drumming of memories Of the time of the past When laughter danced through This barren household. What memories we shared Until that one time Where you struck me And both our worlds ended I couldn't take it I couldn't take it any more. All the abuse All the emotional pain All the tears It needed to end. So it did And now there is just Rain
Its pass domestic violence awareness month if you are being abused please try to seek help and if you know someone suffering please seek help for them. The time is now to stand up for the abused children, men and women.
Window panes And persistent rain Creates music on the Sunday's eve. The children dance among the beating drum of the thunders. It's a time of celebration Among the world of Man. Who knows when the Kiss of the cold water would touch their barren face Once more