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Why does it bleed and cry?
No one hears my heart combust
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Embracing the memories of time well spent
With the girl who is heaven sent
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Her heart I have sought
For love I have fought
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How can I call you father?
Just look at what you are teaching my brother
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I drown in the pools of your midnight eyes
Everytime your gone, a part of me dies
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I see a man with brains
And knowledge of all things pretty
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I know what nobody knows
Hidden inside, where it grows
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She lifelessly draws a portriate of death and despair
Pouring her emotions onto people so she need not care
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This is for each embrace
Each moment we are face to face
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The timid angel closes her eyes
As she dresses up her heart in disguise
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We have murdered God with science
Turning religion into an undesired sickness
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We accept beauty because we are all ugly inside
We look only at the outer side which absorbs time
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Water crashing among the rocks
Birds chirping away old songs they sung
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I walk down memory lane
With my head bowed in shame
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In my soul lies a cage
Not made of steel, but of flesh and rage
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Why try to lie to me
All I ask is for a little honesty
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Another tragedy
I neglect to tell
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Im sick and tired of being sick and tired
But beating myself up is just the way Im wired
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I've got to break free from you
Your stay in my heart is long past overdue
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Thank you for the messages you thought were in vain
Thank you for holding my tears as if they were rain
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Oh my bleeding heart, can't you see?
I had to stab you to set me free
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This one is for the broken hearted
Torn apart when faith departed
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I have seen too many sad eyes stare at me
Looking back so helplessly
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Dont waste your time
There is no reason or rhyme
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There's a haunted man in the grotesque mirror
As I stare the image becomes distorted and queerer
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My heart says yes but my mind says no
When I ask myself "Should you know?"
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What can I say?
What do I do?
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What am I doing here
If living is what I always fear?
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My candle holds many secrets
I weep to it late at night
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So many lackadaisical people
Becoming a dull drone in society
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Auld faces pass me
Looking as if shaken violently
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One kiss from the gentle lips
Is a harsh blow from deadly whips
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"Where's Your Passion Boy?"
I hear these words whenever I write
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Im a hopeless Romantic
Trapped in my heart
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