Days fade .... lonely nights without a single star.
I stare at the ceiling sharpening my blade
and waiting in the dark..
You murdered my mind and took my love.
You'll believe my hands are tied, well I promise YOU
Father I'll take back what's mine.
You are a book without it's ink
I cry and cry pleading for someone
that could make me whole but I suppose
its not enough to make you think.
Fake smiles and hollow words is all you taught me daddy..
can't you see you have paved a road that's morbid and saddening?
Blow out my smile do it for the broken and the vile..
***** the flame as your love decays.
Your eyes are so demeaning
I have to pretend that I'm blind
to keep myself from seeing.
Don't do this dear Father your'e meant to be my Martyr.
Life without purpose
death without meaning
is this the life we have chosen
one without feeling?
I wait for the day the day when you see what you have sold....
WHEN MY HEART STOPS BEATING AND MY HANDS TURN COLD.....
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
Days fade .... lonely nights without a single star.
I stare at the ceiling sharpening my blade
and waiting in the dark..
You murdered my mind and took my love.
You'll believe my hands are tied, well I promise YOU
Father I'll take back what's mine.
You are a book without it's ink
I cry and cry pleading for someone
that could make me whole but I suppose
its not enough to make you think.
Fake smiles and hollow words is all you taught me daddy..
can't you see you have paved a road that's morbid and saddening?
Blow out my smile do it for the broken and the vile..
***** the flame as your love decays.
Your eyes are so demeaning
I have to pretend that I'm blind
to keep myself from seeing.
Don't do this dear Father your'e meant to be my Martyr.
Life without purpose
death without meaning
is this the life we have chosen
one without feeling?
I wait for the day the day when you see what you have sold....
WHEN MY HEART STOPS BEATING AND MY HANDS TURN COLD.....
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