Post by soulfir3 on Nov 13, 2006 0:55:18 GMT -6
Numb
with exhaustion,
when I thought I could
no longer be angry
it boils once more
and there is something else,
another penetrating thought
of what is and what should of been
Agitated
with this ache,
which refuses surrender
and burrows under the,
deepest veins of my heart
coursing through my blood
and inside my mind
Confused
from the constant
conflict of all,
the exile I have been given
under you're own doing
without reason or understanding
with words that shattered,
a heart already torn
Numb
from all that has been done,
and the way life is now
the anger bubbles underneath
and I can no longer sleep
words form on my lips
but from I am too tired
too concentrate,
and thus
words slip away
From the inability,
I have to speak
with exhaustion,
when I thought I could
no longer be angry
it boils once more
and there is something else,
another penetrating thought
of what is and what should of been
Agitated
with this ache,
which refuses surrender
and burrows under the,
deepest veins of my heart
coursing through my blood
and inside my mind
Confused
from the constant
conflict of all,
the exile I have been given
under you're own doing
without reason or understanding
with words that shattered,
a heart already torn
Numb
from all that has been done,
and the way life is now
the anger bubbles underneath
and I can no longer sleep
words form on my lips
but from I am too tired
too concentrate,
and thus
words slip away
From the inability,
I have to speak
