a numb heart grows colder by force a cynic, there is no night blacker impatience, promises go unfulfilled or ignored and they shall die now's not the time for you--it never will be the dream won't die, like so many others, buried alive your salvation won't come; left alone on your cross didn't realize you weren't Jesus under your skin, behind your eyes scars within still pulse, bleed--Alive Two years and you still cry. It's Never Over. all those times you stood in the rain--Alone. or didn't speak because you knew in your soul--You're Alone. They're dead, or He's killed, or He's just not happy and won't talk But you've never talked. You know in your heart someone will listen, maybe even care The heart can't make the mind see Least of all the eyes sewn shut Living day to day isn't enough. Talking for minutes isn't enough. just when you though he cared, you catch a silver glint behind his eyes It's Too Late To Run. your frustration is futile your tears don't matter because they Never Did. your words lack meaning and your heart hurts finally the famous escapist can't find another way you believe in the rain, you believe the stains wash away you will wait because you believe they will you lose patience because you know they won't salvation and creation thin as paper, fragile as glass yet you refuse to let your spirit die when you know it can't last nights of the past come back you'll die once again, alone as it's Always Been never one of force, you suffer alone--he's out there i allready know he cares, he's already listening and will not judge. I Love Him. his arms warm my heart and his kisses vanquish my tears his scars don't bleed but burn under his skin the close embrace reaching from within keep your third eye sewn shut your doors of perception locked what are your defenses when your wall crashes down you know that all you know is wrong LOVE IS JUST A LIE LIFE IS JUST PAIN SO HOW MUCH MORE CAN YOUR HEART SUSTAIN?
Reason for writing:
you'd be sitting there dying, legs broken, ribs cracked, blinded in one eye by a flying piece of rebar and in the other with blood coming down your forehead thinking I didn't have to do this, I'm not here, This isn't happening. It wouldn't work. Perhaps in the very last second, you would wake up and wonder,"WHY DID I HAVE TO KILL MYSELF TO REALIZE THAT LIFE IS REAL?"
Birth sign: Gemini
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