Bleed me from your body, I no longer wish to be the one who's flowing through your heart. Far too long I've cried too many tears of blood for you already -- and mourning you for one more drop - would likely bleed me dry.
We shall not die together as we thought, your plan from beginning I believe. Your mind was gone far before the body ever followed - watched my reflection vanish from your eyes - and you then looked at me so hollow with a vacant stare - drained of life and verve - undeserving of undying love that I pored for you like rain.
Each time one fell - lightning struck - with such an impact it ripped me right in half and rocked me through with sonic boom, stripping out my bones - leaving body limp.
Gripping my heart each time a drop of rain crashed to the ground, shattering the sky and my - whole world with kiss of death.
Clouds spilling tears keep pounding through the centuries of time and penetrate stone mountain core. Small drops of bombs pierce my mind and shatter aura's force fields. The rain is my Achilles's heel, that inner fortress kill zone. ...
~ The man who uses hand to punish will suffer harsher blows, ...the one who strikes a child should be put inside a cage.~'
Alcohol and chemicals dement and warp the mind, skewing one's perceptions by twisting them in lies. Spinning up some mystical, imagined realm within, wet brains swamped with toxic thoughts make some feel like a king.
Too late for men to care for those small hearts that now are crushed, Fermented eyes are blind and will not see the lives they touched. Emotions frozen in a...
In case I ever float away and you don't hear from me one day and then again for quite some time... (just smile!)
For I tend to drift off far away to places, not a spec of me is left behind, nor any traces.
Don't ever fear the worst, these things hurt and grip me deeply, I really don't want anyone to think of me that way, don't shed one tear nor waste one solitary moment, concerns must stay very unknown so don't yearn to know what's not so clear that also doesn't help out, my dear. ...
Prison laden with miles of cold steel keep men freshly stored inside lockers holding plastic dinner plates awaiting fare and the day Justice serves-up hope of new fates.
Heavily leaden concrete walls framed by steel re-bar are reinforced. Concrete pillars a fortress, these weak minds need strong borders. Watched by Warden in cramped quarters they're easy to sort, he keeps them within his strictest accord.
Stench of death's rank odor lurks to remind men of decay awaiting their bodies yet most pray for death anyway with...