I know who I am My moral's Things that cannot shake me But I'm drowning in my sorrow's All of the things that continue to break me I have let the bad things shape me Mold me into a form I do not recognize I know who I am She is very hard to find Under the debris and The dark night's I can still see My moral's the things that cannot shake me But I let the bad things break me I dig and I dig through the mess I’m depressed My moral's may be something I silently put to rest
Dilapidation sunk its teeth into you Shearing off your softer side Exposing your skeletal essence Which had cut off calcium from cows Long ago Leaving it on the brink of brittleness As if the blow from a kiss Would deconstruct to dust The bones that once bore the strength To love without fear
So There you sit on your empty throne Surrounded by a council of mindless drones Who repeat what you want, and get rid of the rest You've held such esteem since you've suckled on the breast And now you've got another *** warped round your tongue I wonder when you breathe if anything comes out of your lungs? Or if you're just as cold as I expect you to be What makes someone like you shake, I'd be interested to see As blind as a fish and as mad as a hog You find what you want and the rest stays in fog you're a dangerous man, your types always been Appearing so holy yet surrounded by sin The devil's in the details I'm sure you well know Well soon calls the time that you go toe to toe With your devil's, your demons, your angels, your god And then you'll be incased in 6 feet of sod Because that's how men rise and that's how men fall Yes you'll crumble just the same as the rest of us all
gossip like a raging fire burning, glowing wild flames steam rising crackling popping red, hot spreading uncontrollably who knows what will survive, escape amidst the debris everything lost anger, tears
and the fire fighters come only to explain “source, unknown”
Tears flow down her face. Agony from recent past, she clings to like a drowning body floating at sea. Useless debris. There's a taste of duality in all things. A sorrow reality can bring. Though this is a mere moment in time it seems like it is everything. How does one gauge pain if it is something we hope not to be remembering?
She lets herself became jaded, a heart slowly turning to stone. Heading down a path she lets herself believe she knows. She lets herself believe she knows all there is to know. If she takes a wrong turn there could be more suffering, or more joy then she would have otherwise know. Who really knows which way to go?