NGame
08/08/06, 12:15 AM
Ohhh boy emo poetry time. Lemme give her a go.
Maybe it’s the coffee that tricks you into feeling fine.
I hope it quickens the messages relaying up and down your spine.
It keeps pumping blood that you empty like the chamber of a gun.
I know you love to let the scarlet run.
But you’re the master of defense mechanisms,
cover the false sense of security and cynicism,
and all those precise incisions.
No bullet could end this tragedy of division.
The quotient instead is another patch on an already torn heart.
The race is lost before it starts.
Yeah, we know what it’s like to be alone,
but here I am again casting the first stone.
So with my regrets and some half-hearted apologies intact,
keep everything I gave you because I don’t want it back.
Now this is what I call a getaway,
and I’m the desperate fool for ever thinking I should stay.
So choose your friends like they’re sinners and saints,
draw the line between them with your self provided paint.
Pick the best ones like your favorite lyrics,
maybe they won’t fail you as quick.
I can’t just kid myself anymore when nothing holds your interest,
girls like you think they’ve never been blessed,
and your best excuse is to say you get so easily depressed.
What you want is a trophy you never will get,
instead I hope all the petty attention you have has a just as nice fit.
And with every last thread and fiber,
I’ve gave myself to you as the biggest and best of liars,
My prize is endless unfulfilled desires,
but to you this last time,
on these completely useless rhymes,
I’ll tell you it’s not some expensive caffeine that is making me fine,
as my blood pulses in veins with cuts that intertwine.
I hope one bursts so I can complete one of your best wishes,
that I drive off some cliff, and spend my nights with the fishes.
Yes I’m sure you’d be happier with me off this earth,
and the fact that I should have never been given life at my birth.
So here’s my ode to tearing at the seams,
and bleeding at the wrists,
with silence I make my unheard screams,
and curse the reason I exist.
I never wanted to hurt you and fall into this vicious pit,
I added a grain of salt for you yet I finally submit.
The unspoken war will just speak on,
use your friends and use you them as your pawns.
I’d kill for a verbal attack or even a kick in the small of my back.
Some mention or notice but no this quiet is what I get.
It’s game over like you said, I quit.
I concede from my infatuating greed,
to love and lose is one thing,
but missing you makes me want to bleed.
What little joy to you I used to bring,
is now pain as if I were cutting some damned angel’s wings.
Tonight I’ll do you the greatest of favors,
and in the moment you hear it I hope you savor,
with the rope in the shape of a ring,
the news of my neck snapping quicker,
while you are sucking down some cheap liquor.
So start cataloging me with the dead,by this time your arms should be crimson red.
The coroner will look in my mouth and find my note,
it says “I love you” down the back of my throat.
Now this isn’t suicide, and here’s the reason why.
It was you that made me choke on my own lie.
..and now I am nothing..
Maybe it’s the coffee that tricks you into feeling fine.
I hope it quickens the messages relaying up and down your spine.
It keeps pumping blood that you empty like the chamber of a gun.
I know you love to let the scarlet run.
But you’re the master of defense mechanisms,
cover the false sense of security and cynicism,
and all those precise incisions.
No bullet could end this tragedy of division.
The quotient instead is another patch on an already torn heart.
The race is lost before it starts.
Yeah, we know what it’s like to be alone,
but here I am again casting the first stone.
So with my regrets and some half-hearted apologies intact,
keep everything I gave you because I don’t want it back.
Now this is what I call a getaway,
and I’m the desperate fool for ever thinking I should stay.
So choose your friends like they’re sinners and saints,
draw the line between them with your self provided paint.
Pick the best ones like your favorite lyrics,
maybe they won’t fail you as quick.
I can’t just kid myself anymore when nothing holds your interest,
girls like you think they’ve never been blessed,
and your best excuse is to say you get so easily depressed.
What you want is a trophy you never will get,
instead I hope all the petty attention you have has a just as nice fit.
And with every last thread and fiber,
I’ve gave myself to you as the biggest and best of liars,
My prize is endless unfulfilled desires,
but to you this last time,
on these completely useless rhymes,
I’ll tell you it’s not some expensive caffeine that is making me fine,
as my blood pulses in veins with cuts that intertwine.
I hope one bursts so I can complete one of your best wishes,
that I drive off some cliff, and spend my nights with the fishes.
Yes I’m sure you’d be happier with me off this earth,
and the fact that I should have never been given life at my birth.
So here’s my ode to tearing at the seams,
and bleeding at the wrists,
with silence I make my unheard screams,
and curse the reason I exist.
I never wanted to hurt you and fall into this vicious pit,
I added a grain of salt for you yet I finally submit.
The unspoken war will just speak on,
use your friends and use you them as your pawns.
I’d kill for a verbal attack or even a kick in the small of my back.
Some mention or notice but no this quiet is what I get.
It’s game over like you said, I quit.
I concede from my infatuating greed,
to love and lose is one thing,
but missing you makes me want to bleed.
What little joy to you I used to bring,
is now pain as if I were cutting some damned angel’s wings.
Tonight I’ll do you the greatest of favors,
and in the moment you hear it I hope you savor,
with the rope in the shape of a ring,
the news of my neck snapping quicker,
while you are sucking down some cheap liquor.
So start cataloging me with the dead,by this time your arms should be crimson red.
The coroner will look in my mouth and find my note,
it says “I love you” down the back of my throat.
Now this isn’t suicide, and here’s the reason why.
It was you that made me choke on my own lie.
..and now I am nothing..