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Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
The moon's eyes upon me
As I travel this road, never ending
Thoughts of never belonging
My empty soul now depending
On hollowness
I'll swallow this
Pride if not for ignorance
Take for granted bliss
But savor the taste of a painful kiss
Upon the grave of the one I miss
Still I must prevail against the odds in which I find myself
On a long twisted road, deep in thought, deep in hell
Will I find myself petrified?
Or am I doomed to be stricken?
Am i just lost?
Or fatally sickened?
Am I truly free?
Or am I imprisoned?
Question after question!
The plot truly thickens!
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
I guess it's time to open my eyes
I tried and I tried
Caught tears that I cried
Stoke the flames and watch em all rise
Burn up from inside
The hope for love died
There's nothing here left to hide
With every stride
Two steps back I slide
Pray that god takes me tonight
Turn off the light
And kiss me goodbye

Frail and weak, I see I can't escape
This life is hell, this life is great
None of it real, what a strange fate
This life is hell, this life is great
You and me, holding on to self-hate
This life is hell, this life is great
You sing, and I'll write, and we'll both break
This life is hell, this life is great...
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
"Fish out of water"
Written by me

When you quit your resistance and you finally crack
Let's take a walk down my path and we can look at the facts
You like to live your life reckless, yeah you live life fast
You got no sense of restraint, control is what you lack
Doomed to burnout young
You fly too close to the sun
You've felt death coming for your soul since you turned 21
But you don't care, cause you've numbed it all gone
Drinking with the devil, but you won't last long
Thought you'd get away but this time you're dead wrong
Cause down here, boy we're burning, and we're singing your song

So, Knock! Knock!
Boy! You better let me in!
Cause i don't like to wait for my meal to begin!
Yeah, Knock! Knock!
I got my foot in the door!
And I'm feeding off your misery, please give me some more

Another day, Another dollar spent on bottles of gin
Whiskey on your breath before the day can begin
If you drink a little more you might think you'll win
In love with all your demons, it's original sin!
You've been through it all
But you're still doomed to fall
Cause every time the bottle clinks you always answer the call
Drowning in liquor, you're a fish on a hook
Get away for a few days and it leaves you shook
You even bought *** instead of food to cook
So lets face it boy, your soul the bottle took!

So, Knock! Knock!
Boy! You better let me in!
Cause i don't like to wait for my meal to begin!
Yeah, Knock! Knock!
I got my foot in the door!
And I'm feeding off your misery, please give me some more
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
My head's against this white wall that is no longer white
It's been dirtied and stained, just like my own ****** life
And on it I see the cracks
Of the trauma from the past
Wonder if the ones who did it would have the nerve to say
Why they even tried, these scars can never fade away
If you've been listening and have any sense at all
You could probably tell that I'm not talking 'bout the wall
But I'll just let it all play out and watch the whole thing fall
I'm sick of living like this, I'm sick of being forced to crawl
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
write

we dont write
to romanticize
or to beautify

we write to understand
ourselves and
purge our pain

its not beautiful
to live this way

but it is
a means to survive
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
" When the days had grown shortest, and the leaves all died.
When life became scarce and all was covered in ice
There lived a pack of wolves against every odd
That grew hungry and tired and needed to hunt

They'd sneak in to the towns in the dead of the night
And seek fire for comfort and warmth in the light
And though they weren't evil, and knew it was wrong
They couldn't escape, the lust for the blood."
Patrick Ramsey Sep 2020
"I drown...
For too long I felt the winter's breath
The rain keeps falling down into my soul
Thorns cover my grave... they hurt within me
I wonder how death shall ever set me free
When I cannot close my eyes
I wonder how death shall ever set me free
When there's even in this darkness no place for us to be
Wish I could **** myself again
The spectral lights would fade away
And I...
A thousand voices in my mind
A thousand empty faces starring at me
A thousand lies I can't forget
And one single life I do regret
The only thing left of me... an aura cold and blue
As the banshees embrace me with a sigh
I am gone...
The autumn's song is guiding me
With the sound of the weeping rain I fall asleep
And the thorns, that cover my grave? They hurt no more"
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