Idlewarrior
09/29/08, 03:32 PM
Bred and born as freedoms’ grin
A smile where future may begin
End to end, I know not where
Not where to begin
You’ve sent me in
Prepared like soldier, I hold my gun
Shot point blank, at any one
At any one whom cracks smile
Who cracks my child? Who cracks?
Broke white, the soreness of my gums
My teeth, they’ll rot, not while I’m still young
Not while demons choke my tongue
And I, I can’t hold my own; I’m frayed to be lone
I am afraid of this place, in which death carries fool
Fool of lung, to be buried, to be hung
I’ll get old, and care not to my grave
I’ll brave the ocean and the mist
A wall of brick I’ve hit, skin stripped my fleshy fist
I’ve missed the point, the point of design
The lines lick rhymes, like my inside out soul of flies
I’ve missed the point, now I’ll pay the price
This is mine, my one and only right
Could it be that I, virgin, have undergone Jesus Christ?
I forgive, I forget, but I walk on cement
When I cry, I float passed heaven, when I cry
She turns to ice, and he’s in lost, not yet found
You tried to drown me out with suicide, but like our friend
I rise again, with holes in hands, the pills in cans, Cans of sand
Sand like poison, Poison weaker than I, than my will to write
You took more than prescribed, and I, I paid the price
Thus such ends mine and only mine right
A smile where future may begin
End to end, I know not where
Not where to begin
You’ve sent me in
Prepared like soldier, I hold my gun
Shot point blank, at any one
At any one whom cracks smile
Who cracks my child? Who cracks?
Broke white, the soreness of my gums
My teeth, they’ll rot, not while I’m still young
Not while demons choke my tongue
And I, I can’t hold my own; I’m frayed to be lone
I am afraid of this place, in which death carries fool
Fool of lung, to be buried, to be hung
I’ll get old, and care not to my grave
I’ll brave the ocean and the mist
A wall of brick I’ve hit, skin stripped my fleshy fist
I’ve missed the point, the point of design
The lines lick rhymes, like my inside out soul of flies
I’ve missed the point, now I’ll pay the price
This is mine, my one and only right
Could it be that I, virgin, have undergone Jesus Christ?
I forgive, I forget, but I walk on cement
When I cry, I float passed heaven, when I cry
She turns to ice, and he’s in lost, not yet found
You tried to drown me out with suicide, but like our friend
I rise again, with holes in hands, the pills in cans, Cans of sand
Sand like poison, Poison weaker than I, than my will to write
You took more than prescribed, and I, I paid the price
Thus such ends mine and only mine right