Post by brandnewmessiah on Apr 9, 2007 10:49:22 GMT -6
Blood rains along the stem of pain
I can’t believe so much has changed
As dark clouds come rolling in
I feel the cold against my skin
Piercing with it’s winter’s touch
The suffering you know I love so much
Embraces me in it’s fertile tomb
Until from the ossuary my screams shall bloom
Serenaded by the dirge of dread
This world has left me all but for dead
Yet, breath still escapes me as I sleep
With whispers of those I want to keep
Close to my heart now filled with rage
My fear and anger re-engage
To awaken me from this frozen ground
The roots of evil are all around
The crimson rose is picked for thee
By the brittle hands of tragedy
We mend inside of our souls
Until a thorn tears open another hole
And it’s there dirt stains the tearful eyes
It’s too hard to once again say goodbye
From this position I am prone
And it’s not so bad to be alone
But they say “misery loves company”
So I ask won’t you please come and join me
And become a garden of bleeding weeds
Infecting beauty with our disease
Daylight dies in the shadow of hurt
And they claim it is our just desserts
To let the dark consume our thoughts
Scribing the wrongs we all have wrought
The pen it bleeds the ink insane
Scarring the pages with it’s stain
We tag the chapters that we’ve read
So we can go back to them once we’re dead
And spew a sentence of related terms
With a mouthful of maggots and worms
We utter the words no other will tell
How living is far worse than hell
In eternal sleep there is no pain
No sorrow, hatred, degradation, or blame
We all erode at the same rate
And the decay can never come too late
For a crimson rose has now turned black
Our wilted lives we can’t turn back
It ends much like it all began
An hourglass running out of sand
Each passing year we soon forget
A little more of ourselves and what was meant
To be the exception to all the lies
The mirror image of what they despise
But in truth there isn’t a good or bad
It’s which path you take and what lies ahead
For every road will twist and turn
And every soul will fall and burn
And from the ashes a new rose shall grow
To begin it’s journey of dying slow
