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Losing My Faith
written by Morbid Angel10:02 PM 1/30/05| I'm losing my faith in life, people keep slipping away and it's out of my control. The ghosts of loved ones keep slipping through my arms. Everything is just gone. And I'm pushing you away. Of the things I have left I'll say goodbye to you, I feel like I have no choice and I really don't know what to do, to keep me holding on. Wounds heal with time, it gets so hard to say goodbye...I'll make my mistake, and you know I'll come crawling back when I feel alone, when you're the only one there, to listen to me moan, I'll take your hand and hope you listen to me scream. I'm sorry for being me. The world has let me down too many times, I can't keep believing you when you say it'll be alright, so I'm on my knee's, making my last decision to keep this you and me. You might not understand but I know I'm right. |
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this sux but it's for a reason
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| » Comments / Feedback | by deathsythe (1-30-2005 - 10:14 PM)
| it's like poe's "a deam within a dream" " can I not save one from this pityless wave?" it's about losing people. At least I think that's dream within a dream. |
by boom_boom13 (1-30-2005 - 10:26 PM)
| it is like poe's. it's good tho, good job. |
by Morbid Angel (1-30-2005 - 10:43 PM)
| Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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