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The Reason for you to Cry
written by Genocide Reaper05:46 AM 8/6/04| Who am I to say that I'm right and your wrong? who are you to say I'm weak and your strong?.. Never do these things and you'll live without me giving you hell. Why should I take an order in exchange for wet flesh? Why should you be content to try and make me do this? I don't think it makes sense, I believe you've gone off on a permenant power trip, time to come back to reality, live through gravity, find out that your standing on the same dirt as me, and not on a floor of gold. This is where the silence comes in, to make you wish that one of us will eventually attempt ammends. Evidentely you don't see the real me, search for the key, break the three faces on the wall, ones eyes moving, your in need to take the sight from your flesh, one way to give in is to give up, all the time you left was time for me to reflect. The damage has been shown, all the time my love was gone, you never mentioned how distant I was, you only thought their was control in your world, you thought wrong, I thought strong, I proved myself right you lost sight, the light of reality is just behind you, turn around and feel the burn. Who are you to look away when I try to say just how much I've changed? who am I to exchange respect for a derelect? Who would I be to lie? Who are you to hide those feelings inside? Why should I save the slave? Why should you stutter after you realize my soul doesn't flutter? Are you afraid? Do you feel that some one will. Finally steal your heart? Maybe from the start I saw through your deepening stare, I noticed you didn't seem to care, I didn't seem to want anything to do with you, now I know, without you I'll easily pull through. Your gone, I'm done with telling you off, your all about decent, I'm out, and you can't seem to bring me back in. The thing you want. You can't have. I have stated this before, you can't dig my Grave, I wont have a slave that isn't worth the price to pay for owning one, I wont give in to a bitch that treats me like a stitch. I can't seem to feel your face, and I know why. Its because you lie, thats not your only one, inside that place you hide is the second. My twin shadows over compensate for your two faced lies, I have two souls, one thinking, the other hunting. Hunting yours. Who are you to look back and say that I'm the one off track? who am I to look around and say I lost my ground? It doesn't seem possible you say. I say follow me this way be free this day. Come on, now go away, you've seen freedom, what? thats it. Go away. Be free. Go away, I don't want to see your face today, not in this place or any other, no not even another. Don't bother, for if you do I'll be forced to smother. Every hope you had, and love you were glad to keep. I told you leave or I'll seep, into your sleep and turn your soothing dreams into nightmares, I don't have any cares, I won't be the one to have many loves, but I'll be the one to constantly shove the shit from my eyes. Your lies, my whys. The reason for you to cry... |
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Whatever. If you like it. You Like it. If you Don't. I don't care. I wrote it. Its honest.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by StitchesTheSexKitten (11-13-2004 - 03:56 AM)
| I like this one alot.It completes me in some way. |
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