So all my hopes
come crashing down
the viper of reality
lurks it mighty head up
and in a smooth strike
it takes down my heart
my body went weak
my mind went numb
as the venom of no
took its course
The truth is finally revealed
beautiful reality has tarnished me yet again.
he’s not what I though
simply another greedy man
in my book
seeking attention from everyone who is willing
to give it away
yet why has he done the things he’s done
if he knew how it would end
or is it simply the victim card im playing
again
if fate has taken this course before
then why did i do it again
its fooled me once
its fooled me twice
its fooled me again after
I’m I really the one who so
desperately seeks attention
fools after fools
He’s gone
and now im the only one
the once immortal gods
have been reduced to meer mortals
stripped of all that made them
oblivious of their surrondings
Pure soul, pure heart
You really are the perfect one
So pure,
So inncocent,
A different kind of hero.
Knowing more than everyone else
Pure as water,
You really are a diiferent kind of hero,
Not a word of contempt.
But if only I had known your intensions wouldn’t last forever,
Maybe it would have been different,
Things would not have been said,
But,
In the end I am still me
And you are a different kind of hero.
But once my eyes adjusted,
I saw thou
There was a time
when we thought we would be together forever
and now
i see that we never made it that far
we tore our hearts out
and bared them to one another
to be consumed
piece by piece
slowly taking it apart
now all i have left is to
regurgitate what is left or forever
of what pieces of memories i still cling to
ever so dearly
We were young once
we were naiive
then we left
but what happened to what we had
has it simply moved from one to the next
or does it remain inside ourselves
slowly decaying away
like a candle with no wick
waiting to be rekindled once again
i still find the bits and pieces
that prove in reality that it was the truth
that it wasnt just another idea
i simply harped on
and made it become my own reality
it was a tangable thing
not another figmint
but then why does
it fade away as if it was
just another thought
simply something i dreamed up
body’s pressing against another
grinding against one another
to the beat of the song
homosexuality at its best
everyone competing agaist one another
wearing brighter colours
doing their own mating dance
man as primative as beast
lips meeting lips
elders prowling for the next victum
homosexuality at its best
sheeps dressed as wolves
to mix in to the pack
backstabbing at the chance they can
slandering the names of themselves
homsexuality at its best
This is a story about a girl
who has finally found the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
she’s fallen in love
the beautiful feeling
when you’d give up your world
just to be able to hold her hand again
just to spend one more second with her
then after it wouldnt matter anymore
because she’ll have had her moment
her moment of love
her moment of happiness
the moment that you keep locked inside your heart
and hold onto so dearly
yet society has shamed her
she cannot hold her loves hand
when they walk
she cannot display her affection
in the way everyone else can
how she wants to
so that every one can know
she’s in love
that she’s gorgeous
she has dreamt of a place for just she and her
a place where love is more than just her name
Maybe its just my cynical ways
but darling
youre falling
for him
youre falling
into his trap
you tell me everything he says to you
but it leaves me to wonder
how many girls has he told that to?
darling
youre fooling yourself if you think that youre the only one
maybe its just my cyncial ways of thinking
but i dont trust him
he’s fooling you
he’s slowly stealing from you
stealing your heart
stealing your dependence
my its just my cynical ways
but this cant end well
