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Virtuous Feb 2016
Open the curtain
Take my place on stage
I've memorized my lines
I know the role I play
Finish my act and take a bow
The audience approves
Move on to the next stage now
Different show to perform
Different character to be
As convincing as it may appear
It's not the real me

Who am I behind stage?
The person who isn't trying?
A trained performer
Who's identity is dying

Whose been taught what to do
And what to say
What would it look like
If I chose to be myself today?
Virtuous Sep 2015
It comes at a price
It comes at a price I say
If only someone would just take it from me
Even if it was just for a day
The weight is too heavy
It's pushing me to the ground
I feel so small and empty
Someone take this crown
It's a great thing to have
I will not lie
But it can be a burden at times
To see what it reveals
To share or conceal
To always see things in a different light
To have a different opinion on life
Virtuous Aug 2015
Getting kind of dark in here
Maybe its time to leave
You know the way out
Don't act like you can't hear me
My voice is getting louder
You can only ignore it for so long
Just try to resist my power
Try to resist my song
There are plenty of exits but one way out
Go ahead and take your pick
You can choose your own route
Are you starting to feel sick?

Wouldn't this rope look so pretty around your neck?
Or this knife through your heart?
Wait just a sec
We aren't quite ready to start

Look at this bottle of pills
Go ahead and take them
Not convinced still?

Pull this trigger
The job will get done real quick
Your feeling sicker and sicker
The air is getting thick

Time is ticking
We don't have all day
Are you done picking?
Any last words to say?

Silence!
I hear your voice
I know you're there
This is my choice
To live life I dare
To resist you and your so called power
I will continue to fight
I will not take the exit of a coward

Now leave
Your job here is done
I will not give in
Your song you've already sung

As pretty as you think it sounds
It's a little off key
Never had someone tell you that?
Guess that someone is me
Virtuous Aug 2015
Why blame Eve for eating the fruit?
We all have our temptations that is the truth
Everyone's is different and appeals to their own interests
It only takes one bite to lead to pain and sickness
Each one has its own color and shape
Distracts its victim from what's truly at stake
Hanging from the tree in all of its glory
One wrong choice can change the whole story
Smells so good you can almost taste it
It's to the point where you can no longer face it
Without bringing it up to your lips
All the warnings so easily dismissed
Please...Take a moment and think
It's your soul your deciding to throw away or keep
One moment of satisfaction is not worth it
There is more to that fruit under the surface
Believe my word; don't try to find out
And take a bite out of doubt
Virtuous Aug 2015
I was told that were not getting out
That there is no way
My heart sunk and emotions froze
I had no plans to stay
I never wanted to come here
But I had no choice
It chased after me
Stole my freedom and my voice
Locked behind these walls
Looking out through the glass
I see my escape...Or do I?
Is this my chance?
Or is it just an illusion?
I can hardly tell
I'm tired of this confusion
Tired of this hell
Virtuous Aug 2015
Im dancing with a traitor
We were having a good time
It was all going so well
Until I decided to say goodbye
I should of left when I had the chance
Now his grip on me is strong
What's to come after this dance
I hope I'm alive at the end of this song
The night is filled with laughs
But not ones of Joy
Skin-crawling and deep
My emotions are not a toy
No longer feeling like a dance partner
But a puppet with strings
Evil and Deception
Are the songs that he sings
Took the Freedom out of my life
And threw it all away
I'll forever be a slave if I stay
Step after step
My feet are getting tired
It's no fun to dance with liars
Let alone in the fire
I need a new partner
To come and take my hand
For someone to understand
What it feels like to be more dead
Than alive
Virtuous Aug 2015
One, Two,
Ya that's cool
Three, Four,
What's that for?
Five, Six,
I'm feeling sick
Seven, Eight
How many times can a heart break?

A heart can only break so many times
Before it gives up and wants to die
The Pain is something
that can hardly be described
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