Soaking in the calvery hills,
I am pressed againts..
bearing the gethsemene of my heart
.... he surrounds me
that dévil..
I know where it leads me
Drowned in chest below
and head
[useless]
and weary above water
...I feel nothing
Piering my eyes across the surface of the water
dark walls play an abstract to my empty dreams
left me optionless but I am not dying
...Not just yet
...But I am already gone
I have seeped my veins
I have wept the countless moons
But it wont end my fears
...it's cold in here
But I am still numb
Reaching deep on the inside not
to find anything emotional
I just want... life
...to never end
in the ones I love so much
more than I am supposed
to have loved myself.
(CRITICAL INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Soaking in the calvery hills,
I am pressed againts..
bearing the gethsemene of my heart
.... he surrounds me
that dévil..
I know where it leads me
Drowned in chest below
and head
[useless]
and weary above water
...I feel nothing
Piering my eyes across the surface of the water
dark walls play an abstract to my empty dreams
left me optionless but I am not dying
...Not just yet
...But I am already gone
I have seeped my veins
I have wept the countless moons
But it wont end my fears
...it's cold in here
But I am still numb
Reaching deep on the inside not
to find anything emotional
I just want... life
...to never end
in the ones I love so much
more than I am supposed
to have loved myself.
(CRITICAL INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
When he leaves, he leaves to be better. When he stays, his world becomes concrete, when I fall upon his crown, everyday.
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