Find Her
I'm alone
trying to find some hope
but it's like climbing rope
all this time i hold, the past
hoping that
holding back
won't leave my emotions cracked
now i know the past
is all the same
we all live in this common game
feeling all this pain
makes me contemplate
whats beyond consciousness?
or human competence
i just feel like an object witch
makes you feel complete
the immigrants died trying to build these streets
that we live in.
Can i ever really be forgiven
for my judgments?
whats this?
substance, burning inside?
It's hurting my pride,
it's like working at night
and searching for light
as a child turning to christ "asks"
why did we do that?
i wanna move back
but whose that in the mirror
i can't recognize.
As these seconds fly
my intentions try
to control me
i wanna go back to the old me
did anyone ever really know me?
I'm not sure
but I've got words
inscribed in my alter
on reasons why i lost her
i feel fostered like toddlers
with false honor
I can't describe it
without getting violent
I miss
the times witch
will forever be considered timeless,
and its all because I'm this,
flawed man
who wants to have, her heart
so now its hard
getting past the dark
imagine scars
On cancerous arms
flash the alarms
the caskets on
the bed next to me
soon enough i will breath with bliss endlessly
just try and remember me
as a form of positive energy...
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