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Nicolas Foran Oct 2011
commit to at least this one
and I promise a fight
treated as the sun
and you're always right

the planet could vanish in a day
the bliss of reason turning to deception
still the same
instead of a weapon she draws affection

my mind
seems to have it's own mind
following this blind sight
and reality just fails to be perceived
this life span
is too short for me to
open my eyes wide
and realize that all that matters is in fact obsolete

but it's happening again
it's happening once more
it's all in my head
all in my head

and it happens again
it happens once more
is still in my head
still in my head

forgiveness required
a second chance in need
beaten and tired
all I want is to redeem
there comes a dot on the line of one's life which separates the boys from the men. you wanna be a man, boy? stand up, and fight! be a man's man! or take it like a man, there's nothing wrong with that. be the better man.

'its hard to be the better man when you forget you're trying'

a heart is not made of steel
Nicolas Foran Oct 2011
I long for some sharks
To chase me down
Into the dark
And take my crown

Racing streams
It’s me and them
Deprived of dreams
I give them hell

And with one
Final
Sound
Emerge
A winner
Of decadent thoughts
And a book full of knots

Don't you want to live forever, she asks
I just do it for the ride
Nicolas Foran Oct 2011
Long into night,
Found a light around 1 AM,
It’s a hard shot to play with.
Again, I’ll say,
I took more than I could take.

So lit a cigarette,
Sip me a drink,
No time to worry,
No time to think

Live a life,
Lose it later,
Learn a lesson,
Become creator.
Get a grasp,
Go be greater,
Grow a glance,
Don’t be a traitor.

I wish to learn,
Yes, please, some more,
I’ll try to die, before I grow.
Give it a listen,
It’s just me,
I can’t give you something that you’ve seen.

So get a wife,
Give birth to a child,
Move from the city,
And live in wild.
Nicolas Foran Oct 2011
Is this night just filled with drugs,
Or there could be something more in my mind?
Should we adore these mindless *****,
If there is so much more that we could find?

Sounds are possessing inner sense,
Freezing.
Is she really at her best glance,
Screaming.

Blood, ******.
Love, ******.

Could this life be more than just a dream,
Promises of choking for the unwanted reading,
We are all in race to gather bigger redeem,
Things are not at all as they seem.
Nicolas Foran Oct 2011
**** this life.
Band is playing.
Irony of the words.
Love is wasted like a million plastic cups.

Where do you come from?
Who do I belong?

Going to the city.
A bus ride to the heart.
Honey, should I see you,
Within thousand fake smiles?
**** this life.

— The End —