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Robyn Kekacs Apr 2014
When you recollect
All you troubles
What do you do, is it all untrue?
Who do you even tell them to?

When someone's driven out the color
The laughter in their days,
I suppose you've chosen the best solution,
And that's to run away

I refuse to stand in the weight of your path
Comprehend your childish math
Could you be more specific,
About whose time you wish to waste?

So spout about your plans
The places you'll be seeing
It could matter less to me
When you have no moral being

I wish that we had exchanged stories
Opened up some long locked doors
But would I even see you?
Would you hide away some more?

I wish someday, you'd come around
Find the problems to address
I once was glad to call you a friend
But now you're a victim, at best.
Jonathan Noble Mar 2014
Do You weep in the rain as I weep and groan my groans in the thunder?
Do You sigh a mournful sigh in the chilling breeze, aching as my heart aches?
Do I sense Your wrath in the lightening that rips the sky asunder,
As You feel the pain that pains so deeply in this my soul that breaks?

Like a sachet of myrrh between Your *******, my home is in Your heart;
I am still; I am quiet, without murmur as in You I have nothing to fear.
Allison Lynn Mar 2014
Is this the truth?
Is this you?
Or are you trying to fit in?
All the fakes
Make me break
And lose my mind

Public misery
Expressed silently
Is this an honest plea
or desperation for sympathy
Public misery
Instead of therapy
It makes me see
We're all suffering

You're not this way
You used to say
That it would never be you
Now you're on one track
Its all an act
The truth holds you back

Public misery
Expressed silently
Is this an honest plea
or desperation for sympathy
Public misery
Instead of therapy
It makes me see
We're all suffering

Your complaints
With no restraints
Make me question your motives
Try
To realize
There's reality behind the lies

Public misery
Expressed silently
Is this an honest plea
or desperation for sympathy
Public misery
Instead of therapy
It makes me see
We're all suffering
Another song ♥
MarkTheGr8 Mar 2013
The soul reapers take until there's nothing left,
walking by like hollow vessels.
All expressions far too faded,
endlessly wandering with no meaning.
Long gone are feelings of remorse and sympathy,
now only gestures with no sincerety.
Corpses lie empty on the ground,
so grey, soon abandoned by all color in the skin.
Reapers walking by devoid of empathy,
reavealing their indifference and disdain.
Their minds are breeding lies,
creating the venom their tongues are spitting.

— The End —