Link to original post: [drupal=2809]Letting the thoughts flow again.[/drupal]
With a little bit of dedication, a journey becomes a walk around the park.
It lasts a while, for a long while, it grants me style, for short while.
It gives me focus and lets me aim, my sporadic gun with uncontrollable aim.
My life is a blood bullet that I shoot to waste myself to clean the world I see before me.
8 shots in this pistol that I hold, it's all I have to protect myself as I kill myself with every shot I take.
Can't wake up, can't shake this feeling that has a hold on me.
That i'm not living reality, just a fantasy, made only for me, and I can't see, that golden key
to unlock and undock from the bay that I reside. My side is empty, my side is filled.
Relations I build before I kill those who help me because they help me.
I need their help so please help me.
Just don't leave me all alone, I can't move, I'm a statue. I'm stone.
Sculpted by me, worn by life. Married to success but I'm cheating with strife.
Through the night, every night, the feeling of blight, consoles me, condoles me
Guarantees it wont be okay. Wont be all good.
Sooner than I should, I set the mood of a funeral as she dies today.
I will overcome. Destruction is what I have some of. Rain it on her. Drench her soul with it.
Set myself free, with my soul in it. In it. The success, The win. It's what a brought upon myself.
First place. Not a trace. Of failure left behind.
This is what I own. What I bought. What I had sold to seek what I sought. Obtained satisfaction.
No longer content. I can sleep peacefully with this intent off my chest. Day in and day out.
Forever and ever and ever ever. Ever. Ever. Ever ever ever.
With a little bit of dedication, a journey becomes a walk around the park.
It lasts a while, for a long while, it grants me style, for short while.
It gives me focus and lets me aim, my sporadic gun with uncontrollable aim.
My life is a blood bullet that I shoot to waste myself to clean the world I see before me.
8 shots in this pistol that I hold, it's all I have to protect myself as I kill myself with every shot I take.
Can't wake up, can't shake this feeling that has a hold on me.
That i'm not living reality, just a fantasy, made only for me, and I can't see, that golden key
to unlock and undock from the bay that I reside. My side is empty, my side is filled.
Relations I build before I kill those who help me because they help me.
I need their help so please help me.
Just don't leave me all alone, I can't move, I'm a statue. I'm stone.
Sculpted by me, worn by life. Married to success but I'm cheating with strife.
Through the night, every night, the feeling of blight, consoles me, condoles me
Guarantees it wont be okay. Wont be all good.
Sooner than I should, I set the mood of a funeral as she dies today.
I will overcome. Destruction is what I have some of. Rain it on her. Drench her soul with it.
Set myself free, with my soul in it. In it. The success, The win. It's what a brought upon myself.
First place. Not a trace. Of failure left behind.
This is what I own. What I bought. What I had sold to seek what I sought. Obtained satisfaction.
No longer content. I can sleep peacefully with this intent off my chest. Day in and day out.
Forever and ever and ever ever. Ever. Ever. Ever ever ever.
