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nothing to offer, and nothing to gain I'm over the point of forgotten and somehow, I know it isn't the same people come and go in life but memories will always ring true what others have said, and done and what some try to show you when I look around, I don't see anything my heart is open, blood is spilling out this blood's for you but no one knows what I'm talking about there's an inner-self, I can't grasp my hand is out, and my mind is in I'm shouting out, and swimming around my voice is shattered, now I begin my stance is straight-forward and my design is unique I'm trying to put forward idly looking, for whatever I seek I'm un-afraid, yet scared to death my silence haunting, yet there when I open my mouth, and nothing comes out I know you all begin to stare you all look, and no one see's trees are moving, and sky is dark flashing like a strobe-light seeing glimpses of where I should start how will I be remembered when I'm gone a scary question, when your part of the game will anyone care, staring in my grave but how does it feel, when no one remembers your name everyone speaks it, but none of them feel no one knows how to take it, but they give it well receding self, mirror images, no one knows but everyone watched, the day that I fell the hole was long, and it was dark but I knew that I had to keep going the deeper I went, the darker it got my body was dead weight, and never slowing I look inside, and take a peek black outlined with red mirrors on both sides, stretched with number a mouth that's moving, but nothing that's said focus was lost, and the sea was with waves the obstacles in my way, I know I have to climb no more going down, my refusal is eminent but I get myself up, and try one more time Post a comment in response: |
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