As the blade flasshes and the flesh tears,
A scar of memories for those who care,
Another cut on another day,
Is the only time I can say,
That iv lost my control on this life.
My life is no longer my own,
I am lost to a habit,
Forced to endulge it,
And to carry the burdon,
Coz of what iv done.
This problem is a cause of others,
But is carry through by me,
If I was strong,
I could say no to it,
But im not so it's my curse to carry.
If life was like a walk in the park,
I would strolle for hours,
And gaze apon the trees,
Taking every last detail,
And keeping it safe for reflection.
But life is like scalling a cliff,
You've got to watch your footing.
Or you'll fall,
And then you'll never get to the top,
This is how my life has gone.
I fell from the cliff,
And I keep falling,
Through my own lack of strenght,
And self belef,
So I am damed to fall forever!
As the flesh tears I can feel this pain I feel in my emotions being releved from my body,
I wonder some times wat would happen if I did go to far one day and went to deep,
Who would miss me? would there be anyone out there, or would I just be forgoten,
So as I lose my ability to control this curse I have I start to slip in to the dark and stay there forever!
I'm sorry to anyone I'v hurt over the years and hope they can forgive me some day for my mistakes . . . . .
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Unknown Seductive
- 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago