Chipped, Faded, and Broken

She sat in the pew,
Picking at a nail,
Watching as the paint,
Like black ash fell.

The paint on her nails is peeling,
She doesn't know what to say.
How can she explain about
Chipped paint and peeling Faith?

He sat up in the choir loft,
Looking through the hymns.
The books are so old and used,
The pages are worn thin.

With eyes straining to read the music,
He doesn't know why he waits.
How can he explain about
Faded pages and peeling Faith?

They stand before the podium,
Their numbers are growing now.
They're being brought together here,
But they don't know why or how.

They hope to find the answers,
Of why their hearts and souls all break.
So can you explain to them about
Broken souls and peeling faith?
Unknown Sleepy - 16 years, 7 months, 26 days ago

A Lethal Dose

This City is Addictive
And I think I've gotten
A Lethal dose this time
Cause now my head is spinning
Filled with these rhymes
Losing myself and forgetting time
Hearing just the music
Ears ringing with beat
I’m haunted by the shadows of moving feet
Running out into the streets
Just to hear the horns blare
And to feel the half-crazed thrill
Blinded by the glare of the lights
Losing sight
I'm almost comatose
I'm almost to the Lethal dose
Of this City
This place that makes you giddy
High on the sights, smells, and tastes
Entranced by glittering jewels of paste
I know this is a Lethal dose
Cause now I can't stop
And the Volume is to the top
So we're going deaf
But we won't have any energy left
If we stop, to care
So beware of caution signs
And avoid the waiting lines
Cause if you pause
Or stop to think
You'll realize you're on the brink
A decision you'll have to make
Knowing all the risks and stakes
But you know you'll choose like others chose
And take this City's Lethal dose
Unknown Sleepy - 16 years, 8 months, 10 days ago