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Anymore

The knife blade
Makes it fade
All the pain
With no gain
Done for you
Now I’m through
No more fights
On what I write
No more say
On what I play
No more heats
On my defeats
Now I’m me
Can’t you see
This fairy tale
Is going stale
Fake angel dust
If only you’d just
All my words
Only half-heard
Just shut up
And listen up
See me plead
What I need
You won’t hear
A single tear
Don’t know why
I still try
I’m giving up
No more living up
To what you want
I’ll be blunt
I’m closing down
All around
No more life
No more strife
No more tears
No more fears
No more thought
No more wrought
No more sadness
No more badness
Just me alone
On my own
My safe revert
I can’t get hurt
Safe from hell
Inside my shell
Stopped being polite
This is my night
Don’t ask me to dance
You had your chance
I’m not your pawn
Now I’m gone
I won’t share
‘Cause I don’t care
Anymore.

I really like that one. I was particularly frustrated with my mom when I wrote it. Kinda shows.

Where Is Heaven?

Cold rock
I’m supposed to be
How you like me
With tears you can’t see.
Unbreakable soul
It was so easy then
Life came around again
I’m asking you when
This
Will
End.

Counting through the pain
One, Two Three
Cry my hidden tears
They’re not supposed to be.
Counting through the pain
Four, five, six, seven
If this is hell then
Where is heaven?

Hardened core
You believe what I say
Don’t trust me today
I might lie myself away.
Frozen marble
These bonds won’t sever
An eternity of never
I wonder if ever
This
Will
End.

Counting through the pain
One, two, three
Cry my hidden tears
They’re not supposed to be.
Counting through the pain
Four, five, six, seven
If this is hell then
Where is heaven?


I think I fell
Into this hell
Been here so long
Don’t wanna belong
Can’t God see
I wanna be free
Hear my cry
I wanna fly
Up to heaven
Sometimes I pray
It’ll be okay
I wanna know that
This
WillEnd.

Wrote this when I was camping with my friend. Just had a sudden poetic urge to write a song. Heh. You can take a writer away from poetry, but you can't take away poetry from a writer.

Sometimes I’m Not Crazy

Sometimes I’m not crazy
Sometimes I’m not insane
Sometimes I can escape
Escape all of the pain.

Sometimes I can hear
Them speaking in my head
Harsh and cruel voices
Voices of the dead.

Sometimes I can see
Them standing all around
They exist off of evil
Evil no man has found.

Sometimes I can feel
Them brush against my skin
Knowing they control it all
All of the madness within.

Sometimes I can smell
Them with their undead reek
They radiate a cold
Cold that makes me weak.

Sometimes I can taste
Them as the blood runs through my teeth
Theirs and mine are mixed together
Together but underneath.

Sometimes people say
I’m not in my right mind
But I did it all for a reason
Reason and madness intertwined.

Sometimes people think
They they’re the victims and I the slayer
But only I could kill them
Them who clasp their hands in false prayer.

Sometimes I wish
I could have saved their souls
But I needed to heal my mind
My mind riddled with holes.

Sometimes I’m not crazy
For each of the holes I’ve filled
There’s one filled for every person
Every person that I’ve killed.

From the perspective of a person who killed people for a "religious" reason, and is "haunted" by them. Yeah. Don't know what I was thinking. The title's cool, though.