Maven
the steel door remains cold against my paling skin,
where to begin?
to compare my life to God would be a sin,
but everything it relative, that is, relating to myself
sedating my own wealth,
forcing you to buy my shelf
as it sits there, lonely, containing the meaning of life
but it's much to high for you to reach,
or cut down with a knife
your glance was sharp,
but made me feel sensationally dull
and the pull of the waves,
relates to the strength of the hull,
but the waves crash harder and harder,
until the hull smashes,
and flames leap from sad faces
that dwell within the ashes....
of my mind flame, my kinds the same as the homeless man,
living without a plan,
but needing to be guided by the hand
and the pieces of my mind reach forward sometimes
and you can see the pain and agony that make me smile
with the glee that dwell in the space in which I cannot reach,
but if you smash the hull enough,
I just might give speach,
to beseech you to reconsider the pain you put me through
showing this kindness on me,
what am I to do?
I'm only human
Yea aint we all.. damn .. we just made to rise, but fragile when it comes to fall..
Edicius
A corridor of boxed memories...but what do they teach?
a sealed of section in my mind & a truth so far to reach
& i try to hide the truth,..yet the truth is to deep in me
I started at pole , but finished last in my own grand prix
I got a roof above my head yea but mostly i feel so sad
the migration is just to big, & i just feel small like a shad
In this sea of colliding feelings, confusion is nothing new
im just looking for that small gap for me to squeek trough
An escape, a break out & no doubt that its kind off hard
but its better than this shit hole,that im in from the start
I saw no other ways..& all the exits just remained closed
i opened my heart for real this time..
But it resulted my heart into enclosed..
I guess im just not made for changes & feelings that invade
my sytem, cause it will respond to it like its being betrayed..
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