She stared outside into the cold, think air Her mind raced about Twisting and Fogged Memories rushing about Inside her empty heart She askes herself questions In which she cannot answer herself A murmur of words About, about? A tear from happy eyes Pout, pout The glare in the window The person glares back Eyes glaring Mind staring Medaphores and phrases Come with any phases As we fall into our places Turn around, turn about Turn to yell, turn to pout Cold ice whips her sharp eye Soft rain falls to the hard ground Dear child, listen Do you heart it? Listen closely now Listen Children
A wise man once told me "The world did not turn it's back on you, You turned your back on the world."
She stares at the white floor The walls close in on her She cannot speak the words she wants Poor child. You may live again one day... Her eyes they shut Her beat stops now The song is dieing down The memories so close to her Of a past not her own. You may die another day... Death, life, How do you work? Understand, understood. Poor child. She'll die one day Tjhe cuts on her arm are straight Why isn't he here for me? she askes herself She doesn't mean to She didn't mean to As she cries procelain tears As she bleeds crimson black One alone can save me Millions more can break me Don't try to fix her She is not broken Crimson to procelain Words we cannot speak Spin, spun. A wise man once told me "There is someone out there for you So live life to the fullest."
I'm gonna die one day... So I'll live until then
The Rain Spat Love The Rain Spat hate
Evenglory · Thu Jan 11, 2007 @ 08:15pm · 1 Comments |