The truth is not what we think
Always lying, never sleeps
What we are taught
Is not always right
The truth is not what we think
Running faster
Is what we must do
To get to the place
That holds what is true
Running faster
Barely breathing
I’m losing my breath
Running the staircase
To what is true
Barely breathing
Finally there, almost dead
To the old tree
Is what my grandfather said
The truth lies at its roots
Finally there, almost dead
Falling to the ground
Searching for answers
I did not know this would cause death
Lying on the ground, still no knowledge
Falling to the ground
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
The Note
Dear My Beautiful,
Yes I have lied, and cheated too. I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t see this one through. The blood on my hand is not mine. The color of your red dress, so lovely, so divine. Too see your face once more, is what I most wish. But I have washed you clean, like your fragile china dish. The memories are as coming back. The mutual agreement is what we must lack. Oh my beautiful, I’ve come to your grave. For here is where I must slave. Killing and bloodshed is what I have done. Not only the mother, but also my son.
Sincerely,
Your Once Beautiful Disaster
Yes I have lied, and cheated too. I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t see this one through. The blood on my hand is not mine. The color of your red dress, so lovely, so divine. Too see your face once more, is what I most wish. But I have washed you clean, like your fragile china dish. The memories are as coming back. The mutual agreement is what we must lack. Oh my beautiful, I’ve come to your grave. For here is where I must slave. Killing and bloodshed is what I have done. Not only the mother, but also my son.
Sincerely,
Your Once Beautiful Disaster
Trapped
45 lives have been lost
A painful, cold death
Remember them we must
Take in life’s breath
Saving them has no point
For there is no chance
We use them like a joint
Using them without a second glance
Watching as their lives slowly pass by
Watching as they start to crumble
Watching as they begin to die
Watching as they stumble
Life is not to be tossed around
Not to be taken for granted
We have life sitting there like a song without sound
The world is no longer enchanted
I hate to say it
But we are trapped
In our own s***
Our futures have been mapped
We hang on a thread
Mankind is coming to an end
The world is practically dead
This is the message we must send
We find the lives lost are soon going to be ours
We race to find the cure
We are shooting for the stars
We will not win, I am for sure
We are stuck in our own labyrinth
Lost inside the mess
Lost in the darkest depth
We are cast into darkness
Seconds remain
Before the end
The future is a stain
That you cannot mend
45 lives have been lost
A painful, cold death
Remember them we must
Take in life’s precious breath
A painful, cold death
Remember them we must
Take in life’s breath
Saving them has no point
For there is no chance
We use them like a joint
Using them without a second glance
Watching as their lives slowly pass by
Watching as they start to crumble
Watching as they begin to die
Watching as they stumble
Life is not to be tossed around
Not to be taken for granted
We have life sitting there like a song without sound
The world is no longer enchanted
I hate to say it
But we are trapped
In our own s***
Our futures have been mapped
We hang on a thread
Mankind is coming to an end
The world is practically dead
This is the message we must send
We find the lives lost are soon going to be ours
We race to find the cure
We are shooting for the stars
We will not win, I am for sure
We are stuck in our own labyrinth
Lost inside the mess
Lost in the darkest depth
We are cast into darkness
Seconds remain
Before the end
The future is a stain
That you cannot mend
45 lives have been lost
A painful, cold death
Remember them we must
Take in life’s precious breath
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