Open Poetry #49 |
Stuck Inside The Rain |
Damien Page Junior Member
since 2014-03-30
Posts 22 |
This is a song I wrote for my album. Tell me what you think? Lyrics: Watching the snakes as they slither past.. Tear drops of envy leaking slowly inside my liquor glass Longing for what I wish I had Thinking if I had a different past, maybe I wouldn't think and live so bad My fragile love stopped and now I'm a wooden marionette controlled by strings made of blood drops Misery effected me heavily, made the rest of me denounce the Entity I once held so dear to me And you notice me, witnessing my soul just leak.. I swear to God, I can hear you when I go to sleep.. Staring hopelessly at the wall with a broken dream Known to be the bad guy, but I don't even know what's me Can't believe it happened again A girl saw a block of marble, but didn't see the statue within and now I'm cracking my skin, actually having a grin at the pain that I feel, feeling the madness begin Yet it seems, I'm masochistic... Or is humanity like that? They feel the pain and then they want to miss it It's a cryptic feeling and when you get it A minute is an Eon when your mentality's in it.. Dripping pain, from a different vein, not your heart or your arms, but your soul that's riddled with all the scars Was a hateful child, chained in rage with a blade, but was hiding with a painted smile And it's take a while, for all the pain to fade, inside I wait so wide awake, creating wild Hateful styles that I wish I could break, because I'm not this What's the point of even living if you're toxic? I've had it with a lot of you Bring my dead sister back if you think that's nothing's impossible Until then, stop giving me false hopes and pipe dreams, 'cause they all broke when I lost hope The glass is empty, but it's filled with air. and that's real, but I don't see it, so it still isn't there Even as a millionaire I'd still hate the fact that it cost me a million tears What's the point of this? Getting thrown in a boiling oil pit, survive but want to indulge in it Where's the happiness? Where's the love at Why am I trying to hold an anvil with a thumb tack? I'm realizing you're a poltergeist and this whole time I tried to hold a rope of light but this is where the pain stops 'Cause when I'm put in a grave at least my body will stay inside the same spot this is where the pain stops when I'm put in a grave at least my body will stay inside the same spot this is where the pain stops when I'm dead in the grave at least my body decays inside the same spot this is where the pain stops when I disappear, nobody will know, you're never gonna relate, stop. You're never gonna relate stop.. and I'm sick of being stuck inside the rain... |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
Is there no end to pain and rain? To call oneself a poet is a vain remark indeed. After you're dead, let others eulogize you as such if they feel you are worthy. |
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