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~ WORDS ~
whats said is said,
yet im not dead,
all that is said, is just as words,
for im flying free with the birds,
a smile that is forced, is better than none,
i have yet to feel the warmth of the sun,
of silent screams there were, but now, gone,
'tis silent is this birds song,
yet still i remain, unsure of why,
my only thought is on how not to cry,
for i must hold it together, this pain,
and wait til at last it may wane,
i close my eyes, and tears stream but are wiped away,
i wake and i sleep, but if i sleep, if i sleep, i die.....
so light up a cigarette, and turn on all the lights,
hold your heart so close to you, and prepare it for the nights,
a stumbling trembling of a silent voice,
a dissillusioned world, lost in all but choice,
what of the silent voices, what of the whispers and calls?
what of the little girl that stays close to the walls?
what of the battered tattered soul?
what of the dark around?
what of the escaping from this hole?
what of the bloodstained ground?
what of tomorrow?
what of today?
what of the sorrow?
im wasting away,
lost the willing to feel now,
lost the spark inside,
still wishing upon that dreadful night id died,
yet glad that im here,
even if life's full of cheer,
fighting to remain alive,
fighting to feel nought,
scared to remember how to, lost in confusion and doubt,
hold my head within my hands,
and watch time pass me by,
unsure of anything, unsure of why,
but never forget to smile,
never forget how to,
even in times of hatred,
even in the face of a different view,
always remember forgiveness, always remember to try,
but i guess my question remains, of- why, why me and why?
but for all the questions you will ask,
a few tho' may be told,
but is it really what you want to hear, sit back let it unfold?
but guarantee you , there'll be more,
cos it is never ending,
will you go thro' life too, ever on the defending?
so i'll pick myself up, this one last fighting time,
and proceed to bore you all with yet another depressing rhyme!
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Post time 4-7-2008 10:26 AM
Author
quack2
