I'm sixteen I'm dying My heart its crying I feel comfortable But unsure why
It's like an undying passion That explodes thre my spine A thrill to have adventures But a sorrow to die away
To be never remembered Just a lone death Of the forgotten souls Of the forgotten me
My eye sight beigns to weave My lips begin to bleed My body starts to feel numb I just wish to succeed
The scars upon my eyes The bruises that upheld me The laughter that burns The wonder that kills
It all starts to make sense Sometimes a little bit dense Just wanting to know Just wanting to feel
The way of living The way of not dying The way of fright The way of sight
It all scares me But I know I am ready To die is not a burden But another adventure
Waiting around the corner...
Neveahada · Sun Apr 18, 2010 @ 02:30pm · 0 Comments |