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For ye who
must abide by laws,
for ye who must abide by rules,
I rid the pain for ye
mustn't have to bathe in pain.
Let me rid ye of pain,
and let me take it in as if I was taking
in the necessitates of life.
I want to hold you high,
for ye should not need to
suffer. Where in the books does it say
we must suffer day in and day out?
Does thy not understand thyself enough?
For the pain,
far more greater then sorrows,
is so powerful
and disdainful
that it never lets go...
Have you ever noticed,
my friend, that happiness
leaves as quickly as it comes?
or that anger is only the spur of the moment?
Does ye see that frustration is always thriving,
but seems to die?
Does ye see, though,
that pain never subsides? It longs...
It lingers...
It eats away at us... Testing us...
******** us in the end.
I want to breath...
let me take it in,
let me experience thy self.
Please, let my experience all that brutal
life longs to throw in our
faces!
I want to hold you high,
steal all your pain,
for I am so lonesome. Let me be
alone with the ghosts of the past
but with the pain of today...
I don't want to be alone,
but pain serves to keep me together,
even though it breaks me apart.
Let me see what life
wants to throw in my face! Let me see!
Let it ******** me enough that I can't breath!
I don't want to be lonesome,
for pain is comforting.
It lets me know I'm alive..
Let it ******** me in the end,
and for ye, let me take it in
so you can be lonesome.
I want to with hold the pain
in my palms
for ye is so tiresome
and lonesome...
Please?
 Deceased Poet · Thu Mar 05, 2009 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
