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Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
My footsteps echo on the street I think about the pain,
Of life and love and everything I am walking in the rain,
It trickles down my fingertips it hides away my tears,
The beat is soothing always moving awaken all my fears,
As I walk it blinds my eyes and I am blurred and slow,
Hearing all around me now I listen to the flow,
My thoughts are slowly washed away without a second thought,
The darkness that would haunt me the darkness that I fought,
Is gone not here awaiting for the rain to be alive,
And when it stops it all comes back my thoughts are so deprived.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
This life is more than I can bare,  
My eyes now hold a lifeless stare,
My blood has stopped its retched flow,
My breathe is cold and deathly slow,

I try to tightly close my eyes,
But then I see my life of lies,
The razor drops down from my hand,
My knee’s now shake they cannot stand,

I try to speak but nothings there,
I heed the warnings with a stare,
I gaze into abyss and more,
And then they came my soul they tore,

A note to the living for I am now dead,
Is the start of the note that I dismally read,
As I started to cry and then fell to the ground,
I lifelessly lay here without any sound,  
A note to the living for I am now dead,
Was the end of the life that my tears have now shed.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
To cry a sin and breathe a prayer,
A hopeless and yet focused stare,
She yells to him confessions still,
He listens and his eyes now ****,
She hopes he one day understands,
He lets her heart bleed where it lands,
She gives no love her eyes are dead,
He hasn’t slept his face is red,
She cries to him a whispered curse,
He gives a look to make things worse,
She hides her face she’s done with him,
He’s shaking now in every limb,
She tries to leave he grabs her hand,
He takes her heart from where it land,
She starts to cry it’s all to much,
He holds her hand like it’s a crutch,
She looks to his now blurry form,
He looks at her within the storm,
To tell someone the prayer has died,
Will remind you girl that he had cried.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
She holds him close she won’t let go,
The waves in her heart slowly they flow,
Dreaming of ******, hatred, and tears,
Slowly they turn into her fears,
Wanting to **** the passion will grow,
Not telling the ones that already know,
Jealousies fire is ready to taunt,
Remembering nightmares all that they haunt.

She cries alone no wonders why,
They never will know lie after lie,
And yet the one that see’s right through you,
Is the one that did this to you,
Take my hand let me lead you through this,
Deny temptation of a last goodbye kiss,

So hold your head up you will make it,
If you get the chance to leave then take it,
No one will stop you if you start to run,
Being alone won’t bring out the sun.

She cries alone no wonders why,
They never will know lie after lie,
And yet the one that see’s right through you,
Is the one that did this to you,
Take my hand let me lead you through this,
Deny temptation of a last goodbye kiss.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
To hurt the ones that hurt you first,
To spill the blood to quench the thirst,
To fall the withered stories still,
The pain of all the tears they spill,

Fall down the rain unheard by screams,
Untold by terror in their dreams,
The whispers still they haunt my thoughts,
Lies within my soul it rots,

Catch the rain and steady fall,
Remain the one who hears the call,
Close your eyes and hear them cry,
Let tears escape through swollen eye,

Hold them close within your mind,
Instead of silver blood is lined,
Shiver from the heat not cold,
Remember all that they have told,

Now only you are left to pass,
The story of the death to fast,
Fall to your knees and cry for them,
The ones who died the roses stem.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Cold, alone it frightens me a trance within a state,
I can’t escape my shadowed cage I cannot change my fate,
The grab and torture me in mind inside my very soul,
My bodies weak my eyes are dull my hairs as dark as coal,

They found me and they won’t let go I try to hear the pain,
Of all the ones around me still but I don’t hear blood stain,
Silently but one by one they fall without a sound,
Some young some small some crying tears still falling all around,

They stare at us with golden eyes and sometimes crimson blood,
It pools around all of our feet every days a flood,
We think it’s what they drink and eat but thoughts are dead and cold,
It’s been like this always everyday since the day my soul was sold.
Sam Guthrie Jan 2010
Trapped inside I can’t escape,
Alone tonight a darkened shape,
You cannot see what I won’t show,
Let blood from your body flow,
My mind is cold a thoughtless mass,
I see the light in which I pass,
Take my hand and cut apart,
I beg the nightmares not to start,
I try to scream my voice is gone,
I once was weak but now I’m strong,
You cannot keep me from my blood,
And through the light, the darkness flood.
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