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When I Cry
My tears are like acid that tears against the skin
Not even Charmin can wipe these away
Eyes that show pain and a struggle, bags heavy underneath
From having to carry them everyday
Emotions of a mad man eroding out creating an eruption
These pyschopathic thoughts are corrupting making
Even the strongest man breakdown and want to cry
Dealing with the inner battle to let Love live or
Let love Die, Thoughts like these make my eyes water
And burn
Like acid that tears against the skin
The guy in the back of my head dressed in all red
With horns poking out of his cranium is all
In my REM sleep pattern screaming
You want win.
This creates ocean waves in the back of my eye lids
If I blink here comes tsunami waves of scalding water
Like acid that tears against the skin
These are the thoughts I have which causes me to cry
So answer the questions
Should I let love Live or let love Die?
And what shall I dry these tears with, that
Are like acid that tears against the skin
And what shall I tell that guy dressed in all red
With horns poking out of his cranium
Screaming at me while I'm in REM sleep pattern.
That I want win
Self Acquisition
Not even Charmin can wipe these away
Eyes that show pain and a struggle, bags heavy underneath
From having to carry them everyday
Emotions of a mad man eroding out creating an eruption
These pyschopathic thoughts are corrupting making
Even the strongest man breakdown and want to cry
Dealing with the inner battle to let Love live or
Let love Die, Thoughts like these make my eyes water
And burn
Like acid that tears against the skin
The guy in the back of my head dressed in all red
With horns poking out of his cranium is all
In my REM sleep pattern screaming
You want win.
This creates ocean waves in the back of my eye lids
If I blink here comes tsunami waves of scalding water
Like acid that tears against the skin
These are the thoughts I have which causes me to cry
So answer the questions
Should I let love Live or let love Die?
And what shall I dry these tears with, that
Are like acid that tears against the skin
And what shall I tell that guy dressed in all red
With horns poking out of his cranium
Screaming at me while I'm in REM sleep pattern.
That I want win
Self Acquisition
Published 7th Mar 2014
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7th Mar 2014 6:58am
Well, Ole Red and his little Demonic sidekicks have just drug my aching ass out of bed for the night.
Now, to your question about love living or dieing. I am dealing with this same question at this time of my life. After 35yrs. it seems like this love thing would be on autopilot, I mean, I understand there is maintenance involved in everything but if I ain't driving the car that often, why can't it just sit in the driveway.
OK,OK, enough of that. I related to your poem, thanks, Hope You get some rest.
Now, to your question about love living or dieing. I am dealing with this same question at this time of my life. After 35yrs. it seems like this love thing would be on autopilot, I mean, I understand there is maintenance involved in everything but if I ain't driving the car that often, why can't it just sit in the driveway.
OK,OK, enough of that. I related to your poem, thanks, Hope You get some rest.
