This Is Something That Has Long Been Coming
It Had Too Have Happened Eventually
This Is Not Something You Can Stop
It Has Too Come Out Or Else
Anger, Vibrant, Sharp And Harsh
Sadness, Slow, Liquid And Flat
Pain, Bright, Acute And Rough
Joy, Brilliant, Soft And Smooth
The Insanity I Feel, The Craziness Of My Days
The Pressure Of The World, Onto My Weak Shoulders
Buckling Under The Weight Of The Mountain
I Only Wish For The Feather, To Shift Only The Feather
Writing Is A Way Of Release, A World Away From Reality
Shifting Thought, Spilt Blood On The Yellowed Pages
Browned, Once Red, The Reek Of Copper, The Taste Of Fear
Blazing And Flaring, Shining Bright, Shadowed Door
Duty, Heavier Than A Mountain. Death, Lighter Than A Feather
Duty, The Duty To Care For Those In "Need", Helping Those Who Ask
No Matter To My Own Thoughts, On These Yellow Pages, Red On White
Ask Me For Help, And Thou Shalt Receive, It Is My Nature, To Help Those in "Need"
My Mountain Feels Heavy, So Very Heavy, My Shoulders Straining With The Weight
Burning Migraine, Weeks Now, Many Long Arduous Weeks, But Will I Stop?
No I Will Not Put Down The Mountain, It Is There Forever More, Though All I Wish
Is Too Shift That Deadly Feather, Let This White, Shining Feather Fall From My Broken Shoulders
I Sketch This Mountain, Upon My Yellowing Pages, Years Of Pages, All Yellowed With Age, Written Agony
Don't Burn These Pages, Don't Rip These Words, These Thoughts Are My Legacy, My Own Memoirs
Not Much Joy, A Small Amount, That Will Grow To Be Crushed Underfoot But Those I Have Loved, Love, And Will Love
Crushed Heart And Soul, My Spirit Bearing A Mountain, With A Feather On Top, The Waiting, The Impatience, The Feather Quivers
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
This Is Something That Has Long Been Coming
It Had Too Have Happened Eventually
This Is Not Something You Can Stop
It Has Too Come Out Or Else
Anger, Vibrant, Sharp And Harsh
Sadness, Slow, Liquid And Flat
Pain, Bright, Acute And Rough
Joy, Brilliant, Soft And Smooth
The Insanity I Feel, The Craziness Of My Days
The Pressure Of The World, Onto My Weak Shoulders
Buckling Under The Weight Of The Mountain
I Only Wish For The Feather, To Shift Only The Feather
Writing Is A Way Of Release, A World Away From Reality
Shifting Thought, Spilt Blood On The Yellowed Pages
Browned, Once Red, The Reek Of Copper, The Taste Of Fear
Blazing And Flaring, Shining Bright, Shadowed Door
Duty, Heavier Than A Mountain. Death, Lighter Than A Feather
Duty, The Duty To Care For Those In "Need", Helping Those Who Ask
No Matter To My Own Thoughts, On These Yellow Pages, Red On White
Ask Me For Help, And Thou Shalt Receive, It Is My Nature, To Help Those in "Need"
My Mountain Feels Heavy, So Very Heavy, My Shoulders Straining With The Weight
Burning Migraine, Weeks Now, Many Long Arduous Weeks, But Will I Stop?
No I Will Not Put Down The Mountain, It Is There Forever More, Though All I Wish
Is Too Shift That Deadly Feather, Let This White, Shining Feather Fall From My Broken Shoulders
I Sketch This Mountain, Upon My Yellowing Pages, Years Of Pages, All Yellowed With Age, Written Agony
Don't Burn These Pages, Don't Rip These Words, These Thoughts Are My Legacy, My Own Memoirs
Not Much Joy, A Small Amount, That Will Grow To Be Crushed Underfoot But Those I Have Loved, Love, And Will Love
Crushed Heart And Soul, My Spirit Bearing A Mountain, With A Feather On Top, The Waiting, The Impatience, The Feather Quivers