ROKNOWLEDGE
09-13-2007, 08:36 AM
When I'm alone I drift,
Emotions take over and makes it seems like my life is a myth,
I'm surrounded by death,
The brimstone from hell's gate's it singes my flesh,
So I pray for a gift,
On my knees I feel weak,
My time, not guaranteed,
Lusting over unpure things,
Craving decadence,
My soul shall never rest,
Tears roll down the curves of my cheeks,
The world's oceans spill over when the floodgates of my emotions are unleashed,
What's in store for me?
Clouds of negativity,
Grasping at tranquility,
I pull my hands back and yet again I come up empty,
When will life stop getting the best of me?
My heart beats methodically,
But I know it will be the end of me,
And right now it appears to be over taken by darkness,
I cloak my self with a façade of feeling happy,
When in reality happy just ain't cutting it for me,
I've allowed myself to fall into this bottomless pit,
Do I have the strength to crawl my way back up through all the bullshit,
Finger tips white hanging on for dear life,
I think about my mothers eyes,
Her strength I must utilize,
But this shits hard,
I reached out and felt exposed,
So long ago yet the same story is told,
And retold, every time I allow myself to be caught in the grips of a self made prison,
Depression makes up the bars of my cell,
Rains from a thousand storm clouds beat me as they pours down,
And I wonder if god is too crying for me,
Crying for his seed,
A deep breathe is maybe all I need,
I take a step back,
Refocus and push forward,
I'm his son therefore I can never be weak,
I guess im just waiting for someone to part the seas that will once again allow me to be me…….
Emotions take over and makes it seems like my life is a myth,
I'm surrounded by death,
The brimstone from hell's gate's it singes my flesh,
So I pray for a gift,
On my knees I feel weak,
My time, not guaranteed,
Lusting over unpure things,
Craving decadence,
My soul shall never rest,
Tears roll down the curves of my cheeks,
The world's oceans spill over when the floodgates of my emotions are unleashed,
What's in store for me?
Clouds of negativity,
Grasping at tranquility,
I pull my hands back and yet again I come up empty,
When will life stop getting the best of me?
My heart beats methodically,
But I know it will be the end of me,
And right now it appears to be over taken by darkness,
I cloak my self with a façade of feeling happy,
When in reality happy just ain't cutting it for me,
I've allowed myself to fall into this bottomless pit,
Do I have the strength to crawl my way back up through all the bullshit,
Finger tips white hanging on for dear life,
I think about my mothers eyes,
Her strength I must utilize,
But this shits hard,
I reached out and felt exposed,
So long ago yet the same story is told,
And retold, every time I allow myself to be caught in the grips of a self made prison,
Depression makes up the bars of my cell,
Rains from a thousand storm clouds beat me as they pours down,
And I wonder if god is too crying for me,
Crying for his seed,
A deep breathe is maybe all I need,
I take a step back,
Refocus and push forward,
I'm his son therefore I can never be weak,
I guess im just waiting for someone to part the seas that will once again allow me to be me…….