Darkness Falls
Posting from the dark corners of my mind:
Tired existence.
Ready to fall.
Wired resistence.
No time at all.
Shattered perfection.
I wax and I wain.
Loves broken promise.
Alone with my pain.
Future is nowhere.
No end in sight.
Lost in the darkness.
Failed in the fight.
My lonely life of distemper is a purchase I made a long time ago.
Fear my empty heart.
Its bank if full.
Ready to buy my way out of these lies.
Bring me to my place in life.
For I do not know the destination.
I only feel the pain of the travel.
Cast all your stones.
Believe what I say.
Keep up with the Jones's.
You'll fail every day.
Sometimes it is harder to ration sanity than to believe in what life has in store.
I cloak my pain with politeness.
Flurrys of intelligence.
Lost in the storm.
Rythm of life.
Didn't want to be born.
Breath every moment.
Every hour each day.
Wishing that life would just go away.
Painting a Picture.
A tissue of lies.
Heart slowly fadeing.
Alone with my pride.
Clocks breath is feeling the minutes of time.
Despair knows my hand.
Sour tounge filled with lime.
Tear my heart open and bleed my soul dry.
My souls wish is no more than eagles that fly.
Can you keep trying?
Will you not yeald?
Will faith slowly guide you so that you can heal?
A simle plan noted to see thing my way.
Don't think that I'm easy.
I just want to play.
With hearts heavy burden I've nothing to gain,
but belief in the fact that you live in my pain.
Beaten and burned.
The worm has turned.
Good night all.
And remember,
Dismay will prevent even the strongest spirit from flight.
Troy
Tired existence.
Ready to fall.
Wired resistence.
No time at all.
Shattered perfection.
I wax and I wain.
Loves broken promise.
Alone with my pain.
Future is nowhere.
No end in sight.
Lost in the darkness.
Failed in the fight.
My lonely life of distemper is a purchase I made a long time ago.
Fear my empty heart.
Its bank if full.
Ready to buy my way out of these lies.
Bring me to my place in life.
For I do not know the destination.
I only feel the pain of the travel.
Cast all your stones.
Believe what I say.
Keep up with the Jones's.
You'll fail every day.
Sometimes it is harder to ration sanity than to believe in what life has in store.
I cloak my pain with politeness.
Flurrys of intelligence.
Lost in the storm.
Rythm of life.
Didn't want to be born.
Breath every moment.
Every hour each day.
Wishing that life would just go away.
Painting a Picture.
A tissue of lies.
Heart slowly fadeing.
Alone with my pride.
Clocks breath is feeling the minutes of time.
Despair knows my hand.
Sour tounge filled with lime.
Tear my heart open and bleed my soul dry.
My souls wish is no more than eagles that fly.
Can you keep trying?
Will you not yeald?
Will faith slowly guide you so that you can heal?
A simle plan noted to see thing my way.
Don't think that I'm easy.
I just want to play.
With hearts heavy burden I've nothing to gain,
but belief in the fact that you live in my pain.
Beaten and burned.
The worm has turned.
Good night all.
And remember,
Dismay will prevent even the strongest spirit from flight.
Troy
posted by Broken at 10:42 PM
5 Comments:
Strong message, thanks for sharing.
Lonely are the hearts
Which trudge not
The path that leads to
Light slumber.
The soul can
Only take
So much
To be able to
Survive
A cold
And sinister
Night.
Very heavy words as always, troy...
Blex- you are most welcome.
rain- Dark beauty. And yes a
sinister night indeed.
Hi Troy, it's Kristen... this is probably my favorite one of yours that I have read so far.
Thank you, dear.
Dark is what I do.
I'm very glad you liked it and came to comment.
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