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The Darkest Day
written by Khaotic07:51 PM 4/6/05its the darkest day scratching up on the shadows i know i can hear it
all fade but when i learned you can see through my pain and i cant
really think but your so filled with immature popularity trade it off
and take off but do you truely want that more then expirence pain and
try and fight off the insecurities and protecting your reality but can
you handle it dont try and tell me you know how it is until you can
expirence it tear off that false insecurities and tell me the real
thing that bothers you but do i truely want to know what you tried to
take away from me but try and learn from this situation will you share
the gun and lets pop it off and start a new type of cancer expanding
reasons to believe in nothing and just float on into hopefulness come
and die so much in my dream as the subject but i know it will never be
in between us just ends up in twisted memories but shall i continue to
care as forcing me to rest in denial enslaved to your voice but insane
by denial cant understand the instute of saving my own faith but just
being in burnt soil cause following me will take you down falling away
but not ready to rest in denial is this how it will end just falling
away never fight the player until you understand it all but rejecting
all answers but remembering unknown moments just like when we all got
forced out of this world but who will be layed to rest in eternity all
the way down down into denial the system of hope as failed life into
a regretful state but did you ever feel everything ripped from grace
like a stripped grave and broken headstone what is the real thing that
has been left to remember we are all going to die its like getting to
be a rotting like thing reacting to someone who thinks they have power
but when they open they are eyes its all gone beginning to believe its
all going to disolve listen to my mistakes and failed attempts just to
escape from it all but instead reinstalling it back into reality just
cant rip it out what can i say to myself what can you really do to me
when everything has been stripped let me think what is to you nothing
for me pushing you out of reality and training you secertly to destroy
yourself like a raped reality but when will you open your eyes its all
gone you try to make me believe its all ok but when will you look and
find everything is truely gone when we all die we take nothing gain not
one thing just a rotting piece of shit no more no less no nothing redo
everything repatch mistakes and find the war laying within us will we
ever live again or end up being forsaken a unlaughing matter just a
tiny thing in this world when will they truely understand they live for
something when they will die and take nothing but in all the scheme we
learn and grow up so high but end up fighting over unreal things like
jealousy over nothing but when will you watch the acid rain rip apart
all of our skin just when god came to wash all these sins is it true
that everyone wants to create there own god and reuse and modify the
sources where can you go when the whole world is there own antichrist
but we got to watch the sky and see the judgement hell unleashed apon
faith hidden in between the lines its all in the faith so deliver these
sins but we were made to believe in our own gods reused resources and
modify to the likes of a such a systematical goal for human control i
mean to fall for the plan you got to believe in religion every message
slurred and made you think that everything is evil and you are guilty
is it your fault you are born into the world filled with filth and
false prophets just looking up to god and awaiting order pray for the
awaiting deliverance this whole sin are we escaping into cults such a
new big religion unto the cross we pray for our soul our soul we pray
for time ticks each moment sacrificed souls unto the unknown the cults
died and gone remodified and made to make you believe you have the real
power to change the world and make it peaceful but your time is really
consumed the in life we live to be happy and have every single things
but at a free price but our own way we are fufilled with enraged into
anger and kill and still end up the same way in the end death has stole
all your values and goals the temptations end up in nowhere when death
has come for us but truely we all get the same when we are dead no less
but can we make it higher in spiritual realm or is it all false can we
truely compare life to it or is it all a false belief when we die is it
like everything goes black and we dont exist in this world the world
truely ends but only for us not for everyone in real time but its true
that we end but our ignorance has killed our own human race but daytime
stole everything nothing more to fight for we truely raped in reality
our souls buryed with worry when we cant fight death we will die when
time goes by how can you take someone higher when you are low yourself
but everything is passing by every second do you wonder when you will
die instead of living in reality just like a bird with broken wings
waiting for death suffered and insane just another day goes by and no
change in life like a piece of puzzle falling out or is it that we are
the worlds energy so confused in all the ways in life we all pursue for
more money but end up checking into death and not taking anything how
can you pay death not to take you when its not there in front of you
but truely inside of you such a undemised and failed memorys and dreams
its our time to fight for a true reality in this world of emptyness all
has been lost money never brings true happyness alone in a world with
no human in sight with everything you could imagine how can you be true
unhappy inside enslaved to the popularity but so none understanding to
everyone but deep inside you wish you could get ahold and make them
understand how you feel on the outside deep down you know what you want
in life just mistakenly forgotten life cant give out free things but
you try to hide your true feelings but i refuse to understand these
wrong things but you left your memory like a fingerprint overlooked and
into oblivion convert the pain into anger and killing off anyone but
yet you are constantly wanting something in life but you dont know what
to say you ask yourself why do you even have a these feelings deep in
your mind wanting to break bet you strive for something else and create
another mistake in reality you know this world is built on mistakes and
anger another day in this world but can you truely stand what goes on
do you know what todo it seems this shit never ends noone can help us
just trapped inside this evil reality noone can save us all we can do
is fight our way out of it into oblivion |
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