Submissions by ButchBergstrom

I feel something inside
rotting me to the core
stripping away what was my life
until I'm not me anymore

dark voices fill my head
banshees scream in my ear
they want me to do their bidding
they claim I have nothing to fear

i must give them complete control
what other choice can be seen
the shadows have stolen my soul
and I am no longer me

the air tastes of death
blackness drowns my heart
if only there were a way
for me to get a fresh start

as i write this i know
my time is growing slim
but my life no...

I'm a puppet with no control
bending to my master's will
my mind was simply no match
for deception of such skill
I let you into my life
I never suspected a thing
You made the pain fade away
your praises I did sing
but what started out as fun
could now cost me my life
I wish I could turn back time
to escape this new pain and strife
it hurts to breath
my lungs are black
cancer is ready to pounce
and I've no choice but to let it attack
I lye back in peace
excepting deaths cold embrace
i should have known from the start...

Love is a complex lie constructed to keep hope alive
love is a rigged carnie game designed to make you cry
love is an optical illusion seen only in your mind
love is a huricane destroying everything you have
love is a trap, a shining beacon in the myst
love doesn't exist, quit lying to yourself
Open your eyes, free yourself of the guilt
before you fall again creating new wounds
love is a viris on the face of the earth
and a plague in the minds of the infected
but love won't bother me, not this time
now that the truth has been revealed
that...

Red Solo cups
Fire in the back
enough fuckin liquor
to cause a heart attack
Tonight we're gonna rage
to our deaths we race
you better fuckin believe it
its a party at the Campbell Place

Cold brews, great tunes
you never know what you'll see
take some shots, smoke a bowl
Fucked up we shall be
Beer pong in the garage
tonight I set the pace
i wonder if I'll remember
this party at the Campbell Place

My legs give in
wobbling when I walk
been slapped by 20 women
and I slur when I talk.
My mind says drink...

Dark have been my dreams of late,
my mind to weary to open this gate.
Horrors unimaginable swirl dark and vast
And fill my life with firery blasts.
Gun shots scream into the night
as we fight for all that's just and right.
My friends and comrades in pools of blood soak
as they depart from this world of fire and smoke.
Am I next? Is my time drawing near?
In the heat of battle my pride shifts to fear.
People wage war not for pride or fame
they do it for fun, every war is the same.

the sun arises on our final day.
The war is over, our job...