Do you ever get frustrated?
Tired of the fight.
You're sick of wobbling at the edge,
with nothing going right.
The moon is tugging you once more
and you feel you must take flight.
Even if it means your fall to
doom.
Oh God, let me find freedom soon.
The freedom to scream, as loud and as
pained as blood,
dripping freely from the chest,
the successive scratch marks of my mind
free to air their wounds at last.
There you go everyone, there
is my real past.
It's disgusting and it's vile,
and still has the ability
to rip the smile from my face.
I feel like I'm in
a constant race.
Who can reach her brain first?
Can she really keep reign the bad,
when we provoke the beasts
of her destruction?
Can we quicken her heartbeat
and limit her air?
How about, if we tie her hair to
spiders?
Watch them scuttle closer in,
wriggling and spinning,
trying to reach inside her.
Let's watch her play "find the sin"
The sins we hid within,
which are not hers
but others.
We know she won't want to
cause a bother,
she won't dob us in.
She'll hide them like she
does her soul.
Honestly, she sometimes wonders if it's
worth it after all.
She feels enclosed, compressed,
constricted,
a claustrophobic who finds
solace in small spaces
fears suppression of emotion,
the heavy tread of life,
can sometimes be quite weary.
But it'll be alright, she'll always
find the energy to do that
which is right.
She'll once more start to fight
She'll find solace where she can,
and cradle ***** of light,
she'll find a way to free herself
by flying like a kite;
string holding her down,
but wind taking her high.
She'll dance
and laugh
and twist
and turn
and dive
high up in the sky
Free as a bird, but secret silent as a sigh,
not the least offended, if people
pass her by.
If they can't accept her,
she'll happily flip them off
with a cry of contentment,
that she can finally be free of living
with resentment.
Her Girl, Lady, Woman
firmly by her side,
together they will glide
and ride the
tides of life.
"We're flying!"
They will cry, laugh and love
forever eternally.
Their quirks in constant harmony
And when they lie to rest together,
the girl will whisper:
"We will never die
I'll live so safe in your heart
and you will be in mine"
"I promise, and I know,
our love can only grow"
So I'll never give up.
Ever
Because, I love you so.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Do you ever get frustrated?
Tired of the fight.
You're sick of wobbling at the edge,
with nothing going right.
The moon is tugging you once more
and you feel you must take flight.
Even if it means your fall to
doom.
Oh God, let me find freedom soon.
The freedom to scream, as loud and as
pained as blood,
dripping freely from the chest,
the successive scratch marks of my mind
free to air their wounds at last.
There you go everyone, there
is my real past.
It's disgusting and it's vile,
and still has the ability
to rip the smile from my face.
I feel like I'm in
a constant race.
Who can reach her brain first?
Can she really keep reign the bad,
when we provoke the beasts
of her destruction?
Can we quicken her heartbeat
and limit her air?
How about, if we tie her hair to
spiders?
Watch them scuttle closer in,
wriggling and spinning,
trying to reach inside her.
Let's watch her play "find the sin"
The sins we hid within,
which are not hers
but others.
We know she won't want to
cause a bother,
she won't dob us in.
She'll hide them like she
does her soul.
Honestly, she sometimes wonders if it's
worth it after all.
She feels enclosed, compressed,
constricted,
a claustrophobic who finds
solace in small spaces
fears suppression of emotion,
the heavy tread of life,
can sometimes be quite weary.
But it'll be alright, she'll always
find the energy to do that
which is right.
She'll once more start to fight
She'll find solace where she can,
and cradle ***** of light,
she'll find a way to free herself
by flying like a kite;
string holding her down,
but wind taking her high.
She'll dance
and laugh
and twist
and turn
and dive
high up in the sky
Free as a bird, but secret silent as a sigh,
not the least offended, if people
pass her by.
If they can't accept her,
she'll happily flip them off
with a cry of contentment,
that she can finally be free of living
with resentment.
Her Girl, Lady, Woman
firmly by her side,
together they will glide
and ride the
tides of life.
"We're flying!"
They will cry, laugh and love
forever eternally.
Their quirks in constant harmony
And when they lie to rest together,
the girl will whisper:
"We will never die
I'll live so safe in your heart
and you will be in mine"
"I promise, and I know,
our love can only grow"
So I'll never give up.
Ever
Because, I love you so.
And they lived happily ever after
(because they're awesome)
(...and I'm a racoon ;) )
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