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Came crashing into this world Born deem unworthy of being alive Cursed to be cursed for all the time No way one can be loved with this over One's head like a raining cloud Out in this cruel world full of hate Walking in search of something Unreachable to the common man Like oneself to be hurt On a journey of unimaginable pain Dealing with formidable opponents worthy of defeating for honor amongst common men In search for a treasure that One holds dearly suicidal thoughts murders the inner soul Disturbed as it may be, only this can cures what it ails Love, yes love is what holds One's spirit up Steady holding off from falling down upon weary knees On my dying breath, I pray for the one to hear my wish as it escapes my lips the sound of death rattles my soul amd my world shall fade to black And Mr Reaper at the door tells me I'm not worthy to enter the world of living dead Then I'm regurgiated back to reality with a disillusion for what truth lies for one What is love, and why does it hurt? What makes it make me feel so lonely? Red river runs from my veins Pouring out my heart for one to hear my cry
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
Journey
Came crashing into this world Born deem unworthy of being alive Cursed to be cursed for all the time No way one can be loved with this over One's head like a raining cloud Out in this cruel world full of hate Walking in search of something Unreachable to the common man Like oneself to be hurt On a journey of unimaginable pain Dealing with formidable opponents worthy of defeating for honor amongst common men In search for a treasure that One holds dearly suicidal thoughts murders the inner soul Disturbed as it may be, only this can cures what it ails Love, yes love is what holds One's spirit up Steady holding off from falling down upon weary knees On my dying breath, I pray for the one to hear my wish as it escapes my lips the sound of death rattles my soul amd my world shall fade to black And Mr Reaper at the door tells me I'm not worthy to enter the world of living dead Then I'm regurgiated back to reality with a disillusion for what truth lies for one What is love, and why does it hurt? What makes it make me feel so lonely? Red river runs from my veins Pouring out my heart for one to hear my cry
steven-brett-craig
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
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