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There is such a dark Symphony, raging like a storm in my head.
The sounds of crushed hopes and dying dreams are a constant chord being struck.
Hope rings like a bell in the darkness, crushed by a Crescendo of betrayal.
The heart lets out a Dissonant toll, longing for the Duet now lost.
The Symphony has played so long, the heart begins to beat out a Staccato.
The Composer wishes to revive the strong Rhythm, but the Notes are lost to another.
We took our dreams and crushed them into dust
Stirred them up with our own blood and spit
We built a prison to hold our souls forever
We built it up with stones made from the mix
And if the walls ever start to crumble
We'll crush more dreams and fashion bricks
Keep our hearts locked in the dark until the end of time
Until we're forced to wade across the river Styx
Only when we are stranded staring back at shore
We realize it's too late there is nothing we can fix
We never learned how to let ourselves be happy
We lived a life that was filled with tricks
While others ****** the life right from our bodies
They swelled up with disease like swollen ticks
Good decisions and outcomes mostly escaped us
On a losing streak we made horrible picks
And we never learned our lessons well
As life passed us by we just chose to sit
I have worn down the leather in the soles of my shoes
Our bones have shattered like brittle little sticks
Walking forever down a dark and desolate road
The sad part is the path was mine to choose
Now watch me stack needles end to end
And attempt to balance on the top until I lose
My footing and come crashing back down to earth
And die alone with no obvious clues
Just a dark void left in the shadows of the earth where my soul once was
And a prison built of broken dreams to show I've paid my dues
Over and over again I have fallen down
The look of your broken heart shows me you have too
We are all stuck in our own prisons of spit and dust
We have watched it all disappear down the drain
I will show you my deep black sars if I must
It awakens when my mind is altered
drunk and completely blacked out
the monster that cant be me

stress builds and things go without being said
so nobody know because its all in my head
just a few shots bring out the evil that cant be me

I hold it inside until I drive myself crazy
then nobody sees it coming
the monster is raging

I has to be me because I am to blame
Though I wouldn't do that if the beast were tame
I will destroy it now before it destroys me

Its mean and hateful and has no mercy
this terrible demon, by which I am ****** it vain
Someone always gets hurt, though I feel the worst

The beast inside of me is driven by pain
it dwells within me and I don't know its name
all I know is it cant be me, this horrible thing

It will destroy me if I don't have control
I will lose everything, my family and home
the one that I love will finally give up

I will become what I have never wanted to be
this burden I will conquer, the beast inside of me..
 Oct 2013 Austin Skye
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I tied a noose around my fragile heart
I jumped and tumbled and fell down
into a dark pit
of teenage love affairs
and I found you

I let you break me apart
tear me to shreds
all because I fell
for those bright blue eyes
that messy hair
and the way your lips felt
against my own
WE'RE AT EACH OTHER'S NECKS
FIGHTING FOR LIFE
ALTHOUGH THE WORST IS THE EFFECT
IT HAS ON TIME
WHEN WE REALISE
WE WEREN'T RIGHT
HAVING ALL THOSE FIGHTS
WOULD DESTROY THE LINE

EVERYDAY YOU SAY
YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT
YOU WEREN'T AN OPPONENT

WHY WOULD YOU LIE
I ASK MYSELF EVERYDAY
I NEVER UNDERSTOOD ANYWAY

HAVING ASK THESE FIGHTS
WE'D NEVER CROSS THE LINE
WE'D SIT ALL DAY AND LIE

WHILE THE BLOOD SPOILS ALL OVER
THEY'D CLEAN IT UP WITH THE FEVER
THEY'D GUIDE THEIR TRAITS
THEY'D HIDE THEIR NAME
WE'D FIND THEM BUSY FIGHTING
WE'D ARREST THEM BUSY STRUGGLING

THEY WOULD TRY THEIR BEST
WHILE THEY DO FINISH THEIR QUEST

EVERYDAY, EVERY NIGHT
YOU'D PICK A NEW FIGHT
ALWAYS THINK YOU'RE RIGHT
BUT GUESS WHO'S ON THE OTHER SIDE
WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME
TO EXTINGUISH YOUR LIGHT
ALTHOUGH IT CAN BE CHANGED
YOUR PAST CAN BE ERASED

BRUISES ARE LEFT BEHIND
THE WAR IS OVER, IT'S FINE
THE SCARS REMAIN, IT'S FINE

****** POOLS, TURNED THEM COOL
OR SO THEY THOUGHT ABOUT
HOW THEY WERE SEEN, BY THE WORLD

FACES ERASED, EXPRESSIONS CHANGED
ASK THE HEARTACHE REMAINS
ALL THE VICTIMS ARE DEAD

SO I GUESS IT'S ALRIGHT
TO MAKE PEACE NOT FIGHT
COZ EVERYDAY, EVERY NIGHT
SOMEONE NEW WOULD DIE
THEY'D NEVER LIE TO YOUR EYE
NEVER ONCE LED, NEVER LIED
COZ THEY WERE INNOCENTS
WHO FOUGHT FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS

SMALL IS HE WILL FIGHTS FOR FEES
SMALL IS HE WHO LIES TO ME
When me and my friends fight for nonsense it feels like Palestine and Israel, pointless FIGHTS and lives just going to waste our in this case pointless days going by without a single word being said...
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