: Voltage :
| Parallel Image |
Nov 6, 09 @ 11:34pm |
I feel the metallic beat coursing through my veins and like liquid fire you come to me. Come now, I swear you have the key. I will remit my request in a box with a beautiful bow, silent beating heart. I pray on my hope that my dreams do not collapse apart. I promise you the finest works of art that a bag of bones can create. It is your words in my essence that would begin to sedate. There is a curse on my heart to leave this place colder then the ice. Is this the ultimate price?
Do not enlighten me that my angel lost her radiance because I will still stare to the sky awaiting her.
I stare into those vacant eyes, where did all the ecstasy go? You have left me betrayed with no life left to glow. When did you vanish into your nightmares in the dark? You will just abandon my soul unaccompanied to embark. You are nothing of what I knew. Within you, you let the fiend reign over you. The darkness consumes us all. I will not be present to observe your fall. You cannot escape the glare in my eyes. I challenge you to evade your disguise.
I insisted that the stars lead you to me…
Yet those stars lied; it was the shine, the glare blocking my examination of you. Your judgment is poisoned; your corpse stitched together, and you have become locked in a disease so taboo. You once informed me it was my fire that animated you in ways god could by no means inspire. It was in my demon ways out for hire. Dial my number and wait for your soul to scream. Now my finger is on the trigger and I have gone to all the extremes.
Bang bang; in cold blood I will shoot you down.
Just my parallel image reflecting back at me along with all the ways I am only a disgrace in your eyes. Whip me again with your venous words covered in your scarlet lies. Confine me in all the abuse for the world to mock. Point out each and every imperfection before you pitch me into the crowded boulevard once more for my silhouette to be outlined in chalk.
You informed me I would never amount to anything and in turn nothing I became.
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| Feel The Burn |
Aug 24, 09 @ 6:08am |
I lay here silent in my grave, hope is nothing but an illusion and I’m lost in that fantasy again. In vain my cries have been, so help me dear moon to find a new way to scream. I dance in her wake; these dances have become my nightmares.
Will I finally be a hero in your eyes when my final breath passes my lips? Or will these cries fall upon deaf ears? Invisible I have become in this prison of illusion. Sanity? Who am I trying to kid? I have become a slave to the call of my heart.
As I sleep, I walk a little closer to you. Let your starry eyes be my guide.
My vent, my release have become these words. I swear on my soul my lips drip with desire. I woke up, and the world told me you are full of shit. Set this lie on fire, burn away the fear.
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