Mind forced to wonder
The planes of oblivion
Heart blackened and rough
Covered in obsidian
This is the damnation
Of the body I'm sitting in
Abandoned and hopeless
Im lying there helpless
And youre standing there selfish
You have done your damages
Rained your destruction
No need for bandages
They are only obstructions
Witness the wounds
Observe their infection
This is merely obsession
Filled with deception
Shackled and bound
By chains of depression
Now terrorfied to feel
Heart sunk in reccession
Once was full
But now only a cresent
A sliver a life
Cursed with agression
That only you can lessen
With you beautiful blessing
Just your pressence your essence
Is all I require
To lift me up higher
And escape this fire
On top that spire
Is the spot I desire
I will try to fly us
But my wings are so tired
From lifting you
Out of the brire
But I won't quit until we make it
Only then can I retire
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
Mind forced to wonder
The planes of oblivion
Heart blackened and rough
Covered in obsidian
This is the damnation
Of the body I'm sitting in
Abandoned and hopeless
Im lying there helpless
And youre standing there selfish
You have done your damages
Rained your destruction
No need for bandages
They are only obstructions
Witness the wounds
Observe their infection
This is merely obsession
Filled with deception
Shackled and bound
By chains of depression
Now terrorfied to feel
Heart sunk in reccession
Once was full
But now only a cresent
A sliver a life
Cursed with agression
That only you can lessen
With you beautiful blessing
Just your pressence your essence
Is all I require
To lift me up higher
And escape this fire
On top that spire
Is the spot I desire
I will try to fly us
But my wings are so tired
From lifting you
Out of the brire
But I won't quit until we make it
Only then can I retire
Anthony J. Alexander 2008
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