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Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Catch the rain don’t let it fall, don’t let it hit the ground,
Hear the thunder do not run, let lightning fall around,
Raise your head unto the air, and feel the spray of cold,
Forget the pain don’t let it show, forget all you’ve been told,
Cast away the haunted dreams, don’t let it rule your heart,
Become one with all around, it can’t tear you apart,
Though it will grab with tortured hands, don’t let it get to you,
Run so fast that light can’t see, let yourself be true,
It will find you that is sure, and you will be to weak,
To stop it or even resist, it won’t let even let you speak,
You see it wants you and so bad, that it is going to die,
Through all the running you have done, the dark will always pry.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Nightmares screaming memories of things I can’t explain,
The thunder cracks above my head and I can hear the rain,
I raise my hand to wipe my eyes still swollen from the tears,
I try to run my fingers through my hair, through all my fears,

A flash of light illuminates despair though out the haze,
Suddenly I see myself and I am left in daze,
I’ll plead for life and be denied for I am all but truth,
So all I will be able to is die I’ll die for you,

My fragile bones but starved and cold will break without a thought,
I’ve ran for all my life but still again they found me, caught,
Suddenly my tears are wiped away by soft and warm,
I feel no rain, no cold, no sadness, there is now no storm,

I graze into a non-existent state but I am pulled back,
A voice is screaming light is beaming all of what I lack,
My ebony is pulled away and I am lift to air,
The features of a stranger focus on a face so fair,

I try to smile up at him he cries my name with love,
He seems so tall angelic still he comes for me above,
I close my eyes my time is done for all I wished to see,
Was one last glimpse of him to take his loving face with me.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Cry for me like I have done,
Stay with me I care for none,
The hatred stays I cannot ****,
My eyes now heat with blood they fill,
I cannot die my soul lives on,
I do not live my greatest con,
My life of death it cannot change,
Never will they feel deranged,
They watch me run but do not see,
They know I am there but cannot be,
Lying with my ace of fakes,
I hear them all and raise the stakes,
I look into the mirror here,
My face have never looked so clear,
I see the dark without the sun,
I see a soul they have undone,
I look away but still see lies,
And as I walk away, he dies.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
He looks at me I look away,
I try to move I cannot sway,
He turns to leave I start to cry,
I feel my heart can only die,

It’s been so long my souls been hurt,
Light into dark is all they convert,
I look in the mirror and see nothing there,
I look at my face only see a fake stare,

Why can’t I just run to a far away place,
Existently dead with no one to face,
I am trying so hard and failing so far,
I am not even hearing my songs to a star,

My gift is forgiveness but not the right kind,
Of darkness and ****** and hatred they find,
I close the book on a life that I end,
I put away something I never will send,

The dream of the hopeless and horrible way,
In my mind it will be in my mind it will stay,
And I will not stop until I don’t see,
The moon and the sun won’t stop staring at me,

If I hear a small whisper to soft for the ear,
I end my own life for the innocents fear.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Why can’t I see am I not enough?
Why can’t I breathe is living to tough?
I hear them all screaming and crying in pain,
Why don’t I matter have I gone insane?
How can I miss him like I miss the rain,
Can’t I just run now and hide my poor face,
All broken and fake with the pretenders race,
Is music enough to numb someone’s soul?
Midnights now struck my twelfth midnight toll.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Understand the words that everyone ignores,
Listen to the cries as the tears and rain still pours,
Carry in your arms a burden not yet passed,
A distant faintly knocking of a person also last,

See the ghostly rivets in the present blood and pain,
Crying as they fall and watching blood begin to stain,
Don’t forget my thoughts as they fade into our cries,
Bleed for all the horror as you see them in our eyes,

If you find a torn up cage in which you find me dead,
You’ll see the thing that killed me most in hands of crimson red,
In hands as such you’ll hear the rhythm I can’t tell apart,
My eyes will show that in your hands there lies my lifeless heart.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
I hate the way you stare at me with ever changing eyes,
I loath the way you push and pull ignoring all my cries,
I envy all you have, you take, you feel and mostly love,
I distress the kind of game you play when all you do is shove,

I hope you find that someone close and hope you’re happy too,
But mostly I hope they do exactly what to me you do,
You play a sick and twisted messed up version in your mind,
Tying all the pieces up for all of us to find,

The scorned unhappy miscreants that hollowed out your soul,  
We fought and played with every singly breath were told to hold,
And so we slowly fade away I am sure that’s what you want,
Ignore us and we’ll go away the missing do not taunt,

And so we crawl with all distorted limbs and bleeding eyes,
To haunt the one creator who, and still, ignores our cries.
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