roboticKID
02/03/05, 01:36 PM
i walked up the stairs
and saw a man that wasn't there
only a flask and a dozen roses
my mendled mind lay flat
framing being tinkered with all the time
shoot up violence breaks my heart
brings me to my knees at midnight
bloodly knives are thrown in the walls
the barrels are burning blue now
sail into a sea of dying hope
all suggestions say sing for faith
or dream of a sureng in your neck
fill your lungs with fresh air
forget your melting point, or your past
my hands are in the air 10 feet
my feet at cemented to my knees
but yet i still laugh out loud
why are you so lonely
is it the withdraw of poison
or is it your heart skipping a beat
pretending i'm not here, is all the faith i have
its all i've got.
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::Your Eyes Turn Red::
closed eyes, wet lips pressed
shatters of glass, thrown to the floor
pools of blood in the house we owned
can you see our red reflection?
or just your tears mixing in
so lonely, abandoned in a junk yard
a wrecked material, a wrecked feeling
can't you feel the bee stings at your throat
kill, turn yourself over, kill
remember the pick up lines
can you feel yourself tight on the floor
is the rope hurting your wrists
well wake up darling, its a dream
now do you realize the pain
cant you see my pale face
my wet tears, in the flow now
nothing compares to the lastnight
nothing makes me want death
you are only a love, not a gun.
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::Fine is only a 4 letter word::
seems every time i write i kill
poison and blood is the ink i use
the skin is my white pale paper
well heres my story, my cries
cant you tell i'm the happiest person?
cant you tell i'm the most sarcastic person?
i sleep on a bed of nails and blades
my dying cries won't be heard
by you or any god out there
look at me im not that picture perfect
im no ones prince charming, nor a knight
but i do bleed when you cut me
i do feel the pain when you hurt me
so don't take my needles away
dont blow my white powder away
my parents think of me as a discrase
only a punk ***got kid like all teens
i'm not gay, nor a fucking screw up
i'm not a drug dealer, nor HIV positive
but do you look at my different
let it be, let it be, let it be
don't let the poison sink in
dont let this break you
^didn't really like this oen, but you might^
::Fides and Spero (Faith and Hope)::
fucking knives being thrown at my head
the sting of a thousand cigarette burns
just look at me cause i'm the pray you need
don't empty a clip on me, aim your shots
dont think i'm a dead body on the floor
a bundle of sticks laying in the woods
let it be pull the trigger slow
it you feel like dying
then i'm just what you need
the bloody cry out of pain from your room
wakes up the neighbors everynight
but does that stop this so called love?
intoxicated and cotted in my flesh
my arms are not an ashtray
every bit of food tastes of filth
all you can do is keep on lying
you might want to say, i'm not the same.
and saw a man that wasn't there
only a flask and a dozen roses
my mendled mind lay flat
framing being tinkered with all the time
shoot up violence breaks my heart
brings me to my knees at midnight
bloodly knives are thrown in the walls
the barrels are burning blue now
sail into a sea of dying hope
all suggestions say sing for faith
or dream of a sureng in your neck
fill your lungs with fresh air
forget your melting point, or your past
my hands are in the air 10 feet
my feet at cemented to my knees
but yet i still laugh out loud
why are you so lonely
is it the withdraw of poison
or is it your heart skipping a beat
pretending i'm not here, is all the faith i have
its all i've got.
-------------------------------
::Your Eyes Turn Red::
closed eyes, wet lips pressed
shatters of glass, thrown to the floor
pools of blood in the house we owned
can you see our red reflection?
or just your tears mixing in
so lonely, abandoned in a junk yard
a wrecked material, a wrecked feeling
can't you feel the bee stings at your throat
kill, turn yourself over, kill
remember the pick up lines
can you feel yourself tight on the floor
is the rope hurting your wrists
well wake up darling, its a dream
now do you realize the pain
cant you see my pale face
my wet tears, in the flow now
nothing compares to the lastnight
nothing makes me want death
you are only a love, not a gun.
--------------------
::Fine is only a 4 letter word::
seems every time i write i kill
poison and blood is the ink i use
the skin is my white pale paper
well heres my story, my cries
cant you tell i'm the happiest person?
cant you tell i'm the most sarcastic person?
i sleep on a bed of nails and blades
my dying cries won't be heard
by you or any god out there
look at me im not that picture perfect
im no ones prince charming, nor a knight
but i do bleed when you cut me
i do feel the pain when you hurt me
so don't take my needles away
dont blow my white powder away
my parents think of me as a discrase
only a punk ***got kid like all teens
i'm not gay, nor a fucking screw up
i'm not a drug dealer, nor HIV positive
but do you look at my different
let it be, let it be, let it be
don't let the poison sink in
dont let this break you
^didn't really like this oen, but you might^
::Fides and Spero (Faith and Hope)::
fucking knives being thrown at my head
the sting of a thousand cigarette burns
just look at me cause i'm the pray you need
don't empty a clip on me, aim your shots
dont think i'm a dead body on the floor
a bundle of sticks laying in the woods
let it be pull the trigger slow
it you feel like dying
then i'm just what you need
the bloody cry out of pain from your room
wakes up the neighbors everynight
but does that stop this so called love?
intoxicated and cotted in my flesh
my arms are not an ashtray
every bit of food tastes of filth
all you can do is keep on lying
you might want to say, i'm not the same.