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emptiness has never felt so fulfilling.
nothingness has never weighed so much.
loneliness has never been so comforting.
intangibility i've never been able to touch.

freedom has never felt so conflicted.
innocence has never felt so unclean.
distance has never felt so constricted.
simplicity has never felt so serene.

trust has never felt so unnatural.
truth has never felt so far away.
beauty has never been so factual.
paths have never lead this far astray.

lifetimes have never lasted this long.
but seconds have never been so short.
words I could never put into song.
so writing them is my last resort.

Existence isn't free.
Misery is the cost.
I've never felt so "me".
I've never felt so lost...
No one else can see your tear drops in the rain
No one else can see your dark side, when you're standing in the shade
No one else can see the blood within your veins
No one else but me... I can see inside your eyes like Window panes.
Something has me all ******* in knots
the foliage consumes my thoughts
erase my past in perilous ways
and bring on the changing of the days

Something's different, I can tell for sure
Something bold and something pure
I feel my past is slipping away
Finally... A change of pace.

Everything is happening so fast
yesterday is in the past
and now today's a brand new day
so don't let it go to waste

Everything just seems to fall away
and rebuild itself from the clay
molded different in every way
bring on the new shapes of the day

Everyone has a new face today
some are colored, some are gray
they find a way to find a way
to just pretend that they're okay

Everyone just seems so false these days
faking feelings in endless ways
you wear this mask of happiness
the hollow emotions never rest

so erase my past in perilous ways
and bring on the changing of the days
the voices of the sea
the whisper of the symphony
are calling out your name
and you just turn your head in shame

your hopeless hands are tied
and everything you love has died
you've thrown away your pride
and giving up now, means you never tried

you're still pulling out the arrows
of your former atrophies and perils
fulfilling this discordance
with your future purpose and importance
pulling out the arrows.
pulling out the arrows.
pulling out the arrows.

Reaching for the Surface
but you're on the ocean floor.
Praying for a Purpose,
hoping for an open door.
Scratching at the Surface,
but it's harder than it was before.
But what's the Purpose?
what are you praying for?

and you say
God, please don't let me die.
but you're
Reaching for an Empty Sky.

No one else is there
to hold you're hand and say they care
No one else will come
so give it up, you're on your own.

the forces of the sea
have trapped you in this tragedy
your belief in all their lies
has done no good, open your eyes

see the world as it is
your existence within this nothingness
as worthless as the sea
another useless commodity

you're still bracing for the arrows
of your distant atrophies and perils
fulfilling this whole prophecy
by decoding all their sophistry
bracing for the arrows
bracing for the arrows
bracing for the arrows

Reaching for the Surface
but you're on the ocean floor.
Praying for a Purpose,
hoping for an open door.
Scratching at the Surface,
but it's harder than it was before.
But what's the Purpose?
what are you praying for?

and you say
God, please don't let me die.
but you're
Reaching for an Empty Sky.
I've handed out
Too much of my trust.
People never put it in their hearts,
where it belongs.
They just take it, use it, spend it, and lose it.
Nobody ever wants to keep it.
So I'm done passing it out...
...I just hope there is still enough
for my own heart...
...She was just pulling on the strings of my heart.
I wish she would just pull it so hard that it all falls apart.
I just can't take this anymore.
You try to tell me that I'm the one who's changing,
when it's really just the world around me rearranging.
You try to tell me that I'm the one who's broken,
well the words you're looking for have already been spoken.

I could give away all of my money,
and I could throw away all of my dreams,
but it won't stop the war thats inside me.
...It's never as simple as it seems.
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