CBW: Broken nails claw hollow eyes,
Lifeless breath gasps slow demise,
Stifled are my solemn cries,
Forever failed, my many tries
To work my way out of this rut, this godforsaken hole, but like dust upon rock bottom are the fragments of my soul.
The pent up pressure, the murky waters of creative flow,
Now soaks the floors like poisoned blood,
A concentrated woe.
Alas, the shadows,
my sunken home,
It's where I'm told I should belong,
And you expect a simple answer when you ask me what is wrong..
DDF: To expect a simple answer
when I ask,
"What is wrong?"
is an accusation burning in rhythm
of songs
For I know depression can be
miles long
Show me the enemy you've
fought for too long
depression
I know is strong
Show me what I can
do just to keep you
Show me the empty shell
you have stuffed yourself
into
For I promise I can mend you
Show me the animal chained
inside of you
Because I have one too
Show me the late night screams
For I can see your sadness ripping
at happiness' seams
Don't be afraid to show
me all of you
Let me help you build upon
this sadness that has consumed
all intentions of something
new
Together who knows what we could
do?
CBW: A crack in the ceiling, exposing a light?
A call from the heavens to let me know it's alright?
This twang on my heartstring,
Resonates deep inside,
Yet, why does the strummer think her good side should hide?
Her music consumed
what once writhed in the shade,
The musical beauty was who my demons obeyed,
Yet my demons are different from the ones some portrayed,
But you can easily soothe them, if only you played.
Although the music is for me, it's played for another,
You're stuck in a sort of limbo for a lover,
And it's hard to hear from rock bottom, to the top of your tower,
The music is faint unless you give it more power.
I'll be here, filling this rut with my tears, wishing that your music could reach my ears.
DDF: I watch you struggle
trying, trying
to pull yourself from the
bottom
I look down in despair
for I know this in itself
is not fair
A god I would never bring myself
to bow to
whispers of redemption in single-
minded tongue
catching my attention
My mouth opens without a warning
spewing out prayers from night until
morning
This is not music, my dear
these are my words laced with
your fear
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
CBW: Broken nails claw hollow eyes,
Lifeless breath gasps slow demise,
Stifled are my solemn cries,
Forever failed, my many tries
To work my way out of this rut, this godforsaken hole, but like dust upon rock bottom are the fragments of my soul.
The pent up pressure, the murky waters of creative flow,
Now soaks the floors like poisoned blood,
A concentrated woe.
Alas, the shadows,
my sunken home,
It's where I'm told I should belong,
And you expect a simple answer when you ask me what is wrong..
DDF: To expect a simple answer
when I ask,
"What is wrong?"
is an accusation burning in rhythm
of songs
For I know depression can be
miles long
Show me the enemy you've
fought for too long
depression
I know is strong
Show me what I can
do just to keep you
Show me the empty shell
you have stuffed yourself
into
For I promise I can mend you
Show me the animal chained
inside of you
Because I have one too
Show me the late night screams
For I can see your sadness ripping
at happiness' seams
Don't be afraid to show
me all of you
Let me help you build upon
this sadness that has consumed
all intentions of something
new
Together who knows what we could
do?
CBW: A crack in the ceiling, exposing a light?
A call from the heavens to let me know it's alright?
This twang on my heartstring,
Resonates deep inside,
Yet, why does the strummer think her good side should hide?
Her music consumed
what once writhed in the shade,
The musical beauty was who my demons obeyed,
Yet my demons are different from the ones some portrayed,
But you can easily soothe them, if only you played.
Although the music is for me, it's played for another,
You're stuck in a sort of limbo for a lover,
And it's hard to hear from rock bottom, to the top of your tower,
The music is faint unless you give it more power.
I'll be here, filling this rut with my tears, wishing that your music could reach my ears.
DDF: I watch you struggle
trying, trying
to pull yourself from the
bottom
I look down in despair
for I know this in itself
is not fair
A god I would never bring myself
to bow to
whispers of redemption in single-
minded tongue
catching my attention
My mouth opens without a warning
spewing out prayers from night until
morning
This is not music, my dear
these are my words laced with
your fear
My friend and I wrote this together. CBW is him.
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