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Poison of The Dead
Wicked things, hateful dreams slowly fade away. Dear insanity, sweet insanity is the only thing keeping it all alive. Minds of those sleeping will never be lifted from their dreams. Jump off the cliff that you stand on, but hold your breath, the oceans might try and drown the lies in your heart. They say that we’re doomed to this world now, this toxic land of sin. You and I we’re nothing alike…Because your heart is so black and cold…you try and slaughter me, when you don’t even know the truth! You’d rather just believe the lies that the pigs feed you.
Your followers are everywhere and you think you’ve found love but since those who “love” you, abandoned me, what makes you think they won’t leave you too? This world will disintegrate, and these cities will burn to the ground. My heart lays on the floor in bandages, it bleeds from the wounds you inflicted on my flesh…but I’m so numb.
I need a new home to call my own. Misunderstood, imperfect, and mistaken but somehow I know I’m not alone. Deceiver, liar, fake, hater, trouble maker… I never trusted you after the first lie… you all deserve to die. Forgiveness? Or forsaken? Welcome to misery… I guess your never gonna learn.
Breathless…don’t leave me breathless, I already struggle to try and find oxygen that my lungs can recognize… I made it out alive… I won’t fall down again. Rise against the evil. Some have the strength but you don’t because you are the evil in this poor excuse for a town. You inflict pain because your hurt… and now you seem to have a reason to take it all out on people you think will tolerate your shit. You probably think we’ll break like twigs that you can easily step on with your shoe.
Is the hardest part past…? Or is there going to be more glimpses of hell? Is there going to be more pain? More blood spilled? Is the screaming done? Can I open my ears? Will I hear peace or fighting? Your trying to win the battles…when the only thing that counts is winning the war. Open your eyes! I’m begging you see things for how they are! And maybe just maybe! We can stop this foolishness…you should be embarrassed but there’s no shame… because you think your right.
Dear child, being a poisonous week won’t get you far…yes weeds spread quickly but eventually people will get sick of it destroying their beautiful gardens and kill it before doing anymore damage. I cant wait for that day when you hang your head low like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs. Nothings ever simple, its never easy.
My only retreat is sleeping the days away until it all passes by… which seems never ending. These moment that have happened the past it hurts more than I’ll ever show.. but what’s happened and what’s to come, I’m letting it all go. And hopefully the pain will fade away.
You see the line? That’s where I stand…on the side that your not.. its not screaming ill ruin you in the end.
Your followers are everywhere and you think you’ve found love but since those who “love” you, abandoned me, what makes you think they won’t leave you too? This world will disintegrate, and these cities will burn to the ground. My heart lays on the floor in bandages, it bleeds from the wounds you inflicted on my flesh…but I’m so numb.
I need a new home to call my own. Misunderstood, imperfect, and mistaken but somehow I know I’m not alone. Deceiver, liar, fake, hater, trouble maker… I never trusted you after the first lie… you all deserve to die. Forgiveness? Or forsaken? Welcome to misery… I guess your never gonna learn.
Breathless…don’t leave me breathless, I already struggle to try and find oxygen that my lungs can recognize… I made it out alive… I won’t fall down again. Rise against the evil. Some have the strength but you don’t because you are the evil in this poor excuse for a town. You inflict pain because your hurt… and now you seem to have a reason to take it all out on people you think will tolerate your shit. You probably think we’ll break like twigs that you can easily step on with your shoe.
Is the hardest part past…? Or is there going to be more glimpses of hell? Is there going to be more pain? More blood spilled? Is the screaming done? Can I open my ears? Will I hear peace or fighting? Your trying to win the battles…when the only thing that counts is winning the war. Open your eyes! I’m begging you see things for how they are! And maybe just maybe! We can stop this foolishness…you should be embarrassed but there’s no shame… because you think your right.
Dear child, being a poisonous week won’t get you far…yes weeds spread quickly but eventually people will get sick of it destroying their beautiful gardens and kill it before doing anymore damage. I cant wait for that day when you hang your head low like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs. Nothings ever simple, its never easy.
My only retreat is sleeping the days away until it all passes by… which seems never ending. These moment that have happened the past it hurts more than I’ll ever show.. but what’s happened and what’s to come, I’m letting it all go. And hopefully the pain will fade away.
You see the line? That’s where I stand…on the side that your not.. its not screaming ill ruin you in the end.
Published 6th Mar 2013
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