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Poetic,
Sometimes sympathetic
A villain,
Convicted fellon
Refined like nickel,
Under the sun Im silver
Knight in armour
A compassionate killer
Named the flower
Along with the children
Lover and Fighter
Not sure which is better
The speed demon, Saint Christopher
Now tell me whats it matter

x2 What's it mean to ye
Cause it makes no difference
Death's just a new beggining

Raised a hood rat
Low income's my haven
Mother's an angel
father's a Demon
Im just a product
Of the environment i live-in
I got a rough exterior
But my heart is golden
So whats the meaning
for all the cursing

x2 What's it mean to ye
It makes no difference
If i can find happiness

I slave to the grind
Money's the fruit of my harvest
A machine is my temple
And at work im an artist
Got tree's in one pocket
The sun's in the other
Combine them together
And inhale magical fire
Work and play
Not sure which is better
Need them both to survive
Now tell me what's it matter

x2 What's it mean to ye
Cause it makes no difference
It's my life, now let me live it
you could almost see
ink flowing through her veins
and how she spread her words
across her heart
waiting for someone to
read them
and she may have been
complicated
but she had such
simple needs
but no one took her
seriously
and she let things
hurt far more than they should
because she truly cared about
people. everyone. everything
because it felt right to her
and she had no idea
how to be anything else
because sometimes she
wished she could
but if you were to pick apart
all these little pieces
and how memories always stain
then maybe you could
see something
special there
I float in your presence
When your around i feel wonderful
So full i have to wonder
If these feelings are mutual

Once upon a time
I felt like exploding
a bomb full of love
Able to move mountains together
Nothing we couldn't overcome
While creating an empire
we could call home
Just recording our story
Like it's a romantic novel

Without devastation
It can't be true love
So embrace the pain as it comes
It just builds character for the end
In order to be remembered
Our ****** must be epic

Nothing last's an eternity
Everything comes to an end
So be sure once you close the cover
Things will get left a cliff hanger
For a later date, To be brought back to life in a sequel
To a Sickness Im a victim, The symptoms i can't tame
All the darkness that comes with it
Has made me so ashamed
I had no knowledge of being broken
Except to feel i needed change
For these choices Iv'e been making
Are becoming much to grave

Now the madness is my medicine
And i wrote myself the perscription
Problem is im not a doctor
MD is just my given name
So all these pill's that iv'e been popping
Have become the cause of all my conflict


Like all actions have reactions
These pills they come with side-effects
The euphoria's followed by paranoia
How all pain associates pleasure
Sleep has become impossible
But im able to converse with devils

This sickness stole my freedom
All my choices are influenced by addiction
and when weighing out my options
The Speed Demon's always winning
Remember the paranoia will destroy ya?
Turns out it's more truth then myth
Paranormal you could call it, With all the noises coming from my basement
I get an overwhelming feeling, I'm being watched by a demon
He's aware of all my secrets, and knows exactly how to push my buttons
Now Iv'e lost myself, and fear the person I'm becoming

Would this make you nervous?
To go insane over such non- sense
Constantly thinking, and conspiring alone
Not just hurting myself, but everyone around

Now hear come the risks, of fighting against your shadow
Losing all faith, and second guessing yourself
***, drugs, and rock & roll, Just some of my faults
Gathered through time and corked into a bottle
Fermenting, and waiting for the explosion
Now my eyes are always open, When it's time for sleeping
Searching through the darkness, for the monsters that come out under moonlight
So sleeps become a luxury, replaced with the fear of missing something

Come to beleive, my shadow's my conscious
Able to summon all skeletons from the bottom of my closet
Un-earth what I buried under all my ***** laundry
And return it to life, like an invisible zombie

My challenge, is to overcome the side- effects Associated with the crystal ****, The amphetamines have awakened him
and taken me from reality

Now my shadow wont stop following
Starting to become somewhat frightening
Witnessed my every decision
Impossible to deceive him
My Shame is his best weapon
Used to cloud over my self-esteem

Catch me regularilly, checking my shoulders
As a constant reminder of my more then human counter-part
To make me feel alive, and not part of the after life
So this is the price you pay, to compose a work of art now days.
It's become a curse of words, Growing more tangible with every phrase.
Truth be told, feels like im dancing with the Devil
Discovering who I am, Reaching into the darkness and embracing my affliction
Only now im realizing, im only dancing with my other half
Searching for a way out, but its so dark inside.
Like a dreamless night, but I know there's a light at the end of every tunnel,
So I continue to dance with the Devil

If I can keep him from killing myself, At least something else will get the chance.
Anything's better then dancing in hell, so I remind myself
To survive the worst, Require's the best.
Or Maybe its up to Fate, In order to create the brightest light from the darkest space.
To rise above Temptation, and laugh in her face.
But Until the day comes, Where I can find the light at the end of the tunnel
Ill keep dancing with the Devil!!!!
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