I ask you what you want, what you want to do , what will you do??
I know what i want to do...
I want to stab you in your warm metaphorical heart with an icy dagger stare so deep it penetrates your mind and soul allowing the warm light of love to never shine upon you again.
i ask you now, what you want and what you will do.
For i know what i want...
I want to melt the frozen depression from my battered and bruised body,wash away the dirt i call my life, feel as the dead world comes to steal my happiness once more, and never be trapped in the selfinflicted prison i call my mind though i know what lies in store.
I have asked you what you want. What do you want now? What will you do?
We are given a time and a place, so i've heard, a time to live, a place to die, so i ponder the question of what to do with this time. I no longer wish to use my time to live in a world of hatre and pain, no one to heal my wounds, as the frozen anger pulses through my vains...and crystalized agony courses undermy darkening eyes while all i can do is long for my place to die.
But in reality, the whole truth, you could slit my throat and with my last gasping breath, i would apologize for bleeding on your shirt.I'll apologize for the blood just because you'll have to remember that stain forever. Though time will gently, slowly wash away that painful stain and as time fades and wounds heal, the stain is embeded there, deep within our fiber of being, leaving traces of a life we left behind. They are still there though they can't be seen...anymore. Just remember that stain is me, i live that hidden knowledge in the back of your mind...its the shadow life i am forced to live. Its will be there, like that dirty bloth on the mirrir, not noticed until in close proximity, until that scum is all the noticable. Then, when you take the time to scrub me away, i will finally be rid of you...just remember i live that stain...though i lived it with pure modesty.
And so, I ask you once more, the question unchanged, unfazed by the truthes come to surface. What do you want to do now?
For i want to stab you in your warm metaphorical heart with an icy dagger stare so deep it penetrates your mind and soul allowing the warm light of love to never shine upon you again...
But as always i'll just swallow my words of burning irritation to warm my blood once more.
I know what i want to do...
I want to stab you in your warm metaphorical heart with an icy dagger stare so deep it penetrates your mind and soul allowing the warm light of love to never shine upon you again.
i ask you now, what you want and what you will do.
For i know what i want...
I want to melt the frozen depression from my battered and bruised body,wash away the dirt i call my life, feel as the dead world comes to steal my happiness once more, and never be trapped in the selfinflicted prison i call my mind though i know what lies in store.
I have asked you what you want. What do you want now? What will you do?
We are given a time and a place, so i've heard, a time to live, a place to die, so i ponder the question of what to do with this time. I no longer wish to use my time to live in a world of hatre and pain, no one to heal my wounds, as the frozen anger pulses through my vains...and crystalized agony courses undermy darkening eyes while all i can do is long for my place to die.
But in reality, the whole truth, you could slit my throat and with my last gasping breath, i would apologize for bleeding on your shirt.I'll apologize for the blood just because you'll have to remember that stain forever. Though time will gently, slowly wash away that painful stain and as time fades and wounds heal, the stain is embeded there, deep within our fiber of being, leaving traces of a life we left behind. They are still there though they can't be seen...anymore. Just remember that stain is me, i live that hidden knowledge in the back of your mind...its the shadow life i am forced to live. Its will be there, like that dirty bloth on the mirrir, not noticed until in close proximity, until that scum is all the noticable. Then, when you take the time to scrub me away, i will finally be rid of you...just remember i live that stain...though i lived it with pure modesty.
And so, I ask you once more, the question unchanged, unfazed by the truthes come to surface. What do you want to do now?
For i want to stab you in your warm metaphorical heart with an icy dagger stare so deep it penetrates your mind and soul allowing the warm light of love to never shine upon you again...
But as always i'll just swallow my words of burning irritation to warm my blood once more.
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