The devils hand
Is just another place to stand
offering me the chance to get up
and take on the world with one more round.
six hundred and sixty six seconds
so speak your cursed words, and let the horrific scenarios flow
six hundred and sixty six seconds
I'm ready to take on this world, so see what you can throw
six hundred and sixty six seconds,
here we go! im ready to go! so lets go!
Angels did offer helping hands
but they where surrounded by hollow souless fans
desperately trying to buy their way into heaven
so I chose the demons fangs
six hundred and sixty six seconds
so speak your cursed words, and let the horrific scenarios flow
six hundred and sixty six seconds
I'm ready to take on this world, so see what you can throw
six hundred and sixth six seconds,
here we go! im ready to go! so lets go!
Its only as I heard a deep strong voice speak,
From no location that I could see,
That i said fuck this shit, hells whats meant for me
Even if its supposed to last for all eternity
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Its hitting on 3am once again
and we're sitting here with no conversational aim
but the the point of it all
is to keep playing this life long game.
This is making me insane
that its takes a 12 hour trip
on an everyday plane
just to get some grip
on the situation.
So change over the radio station
Listen to me,
as i explain the solution
give me a chance
and you'll see everything can be proven
just one chance
to travel the distance
and show you the only solution.
The only thing I can smell on your breath
is the silent emotionless taste of death
what you did, is what was asked
as you crawled back into this heart
with a clowns smile, you partly laughed
as you gasped
There will be no more future for humanity
due to all its ever achieved amounting
into small significant signs of vanity
through constant lying, denying and killing
The blood I spilled, was of my own
As you left me all alone
overdrawn and overdosed
I slit my wrists from bone to bone,
all across my ribs
is where the blood had come from
so when the sun lights up at dawn
just take note,
I will be far from here,
I will be completely gone!
As i walked through the door
The only thing i seen
Was you, lying flat on the floor
Its like you'd been
To hell and back
Without pushing or wanting more
Shouting, get up, get up
You have a life ahead of you
Wake up, wake up,
You had no reason to use that knife on you
Don't give up, don't give up
Please come back to me,
I'm only asking that you push for more,
Because death is nothing less
Believe me I've been there and i saw
There are scars on my back
From the wars i fought
So only if you can wake up
Look me in the eyes
And tell me with complete honesty
No lie or attempts to deny
That you only wish to die
Then I'll drop you from my heart
And let you fall apart
If thats the case,
Then go on, slit your wrists
And take the risks
Well i figured that since im breathing
I'd start finding
A way to start leaving
The queue of things to do is empty
And I think my hearts finally ready
Because with this thought my minds turned steady.
Tomorrow i will pack all my things away
Plan for the following day
And learn that life can go in any direction we sway
All that I need
Is to plant the future in seed
Allow it to grow, breath and bleed.
Ive set my sights
Ive set my targets
And now its time to roll the carpets
Because tomorrow I leave all the torments
Labels: Closet Poetry, leaving
was it your conscience,
or was it your physical presence.
Is it the memories of you,
or is it these cemeteries for so few.
Either way I've no idea
where to stand,
What to say,
or how to move towards the future.
The only part of this tragic life that seems to sustain
is the part that seems to remain
Its all those times that you caused me so much pain.
Anyway, I suppose its that time
when I have to say, the dear... departed... good-bye
After all its your death day
and theres nothing really I should fear
because the guy who has no reason has been,
and taken the best damn thing, life itself.
Formerly known as the one and only reaper.
He popped in through the night,
avoided your dream catcher,
and removed the one and only thing,
his teacher could teach.
It was "your" soul, as you lay there praying for better.
Labels: Closet Poetry, Good bye, Sycrid
Standing by street light
Under the clear sky of night
Theres a feeling
Thats over whelming
Through the knowledge of knowing
Everyone else,
Is currently sleeping
But as I stand here
The paths of many flow by
With the birds that tweet
As they silently retreat
To allow the stars to shine
And the creativity to show
So that I may
Write these words of mine.
Iono, does that not just mean
that im alive living
whilst everyone else
is passed out sleeping?
Or is it me, thats secretly day dreaming.
Labels: Closet Poetry, Sycrid
I thought it was in you that I could confide
but two weeks later you've started to run and hide.
I'm sure that if it was your location I managed to discover
I'd simply just start with the talking and expect nothing further.
All that I want is to understand
So if you can try, take my hand.
Allow me for once to speak my mind,
and it may just be what you seek, that you find.
Could it be that what you said,
Is the real reason why you fear to tread?
That I'm to good to be true,
and that you genuinely don't know what to do?
I get the impression
that its about time i end this session,
because I believe I've said
the main subject running through my head.
You've got my mind so puzzled,
with the actions you do and do not make,
with the words you're pretending not to say,
and with the emotions you're optionally deciding to display.
Never the less,
I think I will cling,
to the mystery of the future,
because I know that it can't be told.
All we can do is sit watching, hoping and staring,
as it continues to unfold.
Can't we stop questioning the reasons why?
Because up until right now,
I've spoke nothing but truth,
not even tiny subtle white lies
But as I look blindly into your stunning eyes
I know what I have to say
Is words with no feeling
that will leave you departing
and my single decided heart, breaking.
Never the less
I think I will cling
to the mystery of the future
because I know that it cant be told.
All we can do is sit watching, hoping and staring,
as it continues to unfold.
Although the knowledge of knowing,
that you are happy,
without me by your side,
may be just enough,
to stop me suffering,
from complete insanity.
Never the less
I think I will cling
to the mystery of the future
because I know that it cant be told.
All we can do is sit watching, hoping and staring,
as it continues to unfold.
Labels: The futures untold.
Waken up every mornin, shoutin and even screamin..
Wheres this god of today, only knowing that
If he existed I wouldn't have to waste my time prayin
I only know that if there was justice
I would have been dead at 3
But no, im alive hitting 21
Realising how devastating the world can be
Terrorism and violence
From city to neighbourhood
Whether liked or not it's a daily
Coincidence of the 21st century
So lord if you exist up there
Take notice now as I say
If you don't take me now
You'll see me chasing you down
In revenge
With no guilt or remorse.
Now, if death is for all the living
How come you're the one never dieing
How come you're afraid of your own mortality?
Yet we are the ones that deal with it respectfully
Labels: Closet Poetry
Would you listen, when I have no words left to say?
Would you stand by my side even if I had to run away?
Would you pray for my heart to beat, 10 years after the day that I pass away?
All that I can state
Is that when your gone I’d shred a tear and maybe even cry
All that I can state
Is that if I had to, I'd take the bullet and step in front of the gun, for you
All that I can state
Is that with these words all I’m aiming for is to shock and stun.
Labels: Closet Poetry, Would You
You asked me last night
What was my destiny?
And back in the 15Th century
I would be saying
Sword in one,
Shield in another.
Tonight as I enter the battle field
Your enemy shall suffer.
But back in the reality
Of this modern day society
I’d settle simply
For your love
Labels: Closet Poetry