Monday, November 7, 2005

   Wasteland
One of my favorite songs, it's kinda new, which is so unlike me...


Change my attempt good intentions

Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
But I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
And please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt

Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Crowned hopeless
The article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I

Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I

Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know

Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self inflicted his perdition

Should I, could I
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Should I, could I

By: Ten Years

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Friday, November 4, 2005

   The Blind
She’s dead to us now,
Drifting somewhere in her own soul
Someday she’ll find the answers
For the questions why,
Until then she prays for pardon
And for love,
Praying like hell it’ll never
Leave her side
Time has changed her view,
Made her see,
Made her believe in the strange
New reality.

His eyes like amber glass,
Pure and hot
Intense with passion remind her to be
Thankful
For everyday she almost didn’t have
And the sound of bells ringing
Always with her now,
As she buries the part of her soul
That lies in the disaster zone.


The year brings with it the tragedy of loss,
A tiny child slips away
A soul almost brought into the world
Another human to love and
Watch grow


And as her soul heals, first her son gone,
Now her daughter,
She sees the beauty of death,
The pain that has driven her closer
To his soul,
Closer to the boy she couldn’t understand
Until he became a man,
A shining man in her eyes…

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Thursday, November 3, 2005

   In The Dark
She's alive,
Somewhere,
In his dark eyes,
If I search I can find,
Her presence still,
In his eyes
And it hurts me
Burns me to my core,
And I wonder if I'll ever erase her,
Bring her out and kill her,
In my eyes,
Where nothing grows.
Somehow,
Somewhere
I will bring her
Out of the Dark
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Wednesday, November 2, 2005

   She's what I've wanted
I look into the eyes of a saint
Angel,
Pain or Pleasure,
I haven't decided which,
All I know is
She's what I want
For tonight...
Just for tonight.

The pleasure is devine when
You've left all concept behind,
And morally you are gone,
Lost somewhere inside,
I look into her eyes and
Ask, "How many men have made you theirs?"
And she cries,
She cries becuase she knows
That innocence is fragile and sometimes so cheap...
I laugh as I watch it fall away
Fall way from her
She's what I wanted for tonight.

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