layers of block formed a wall before me surrounded with voices from a distant memory a ceiling of disbelieve crash against my feet clouds of sorrow is releasing the heat in every dark corners there's evil waiting wicked forces rise for the rude awakenings in every cold spirit gleam a soaring curiousity preparing its way to overcome your sensibility (you've been engaged to nurture fake promises, you'll be doomed forever for your foolishness) guardian of my heart (why?) please, come and rescue me (now) release me from this insanity (free) the absurdness that's killing me (me) (am i weak, am i just pretending to be?) this fear is sickening the angst is rising along the path where i'm hiding... deceived by the malice your stubborness is constant your refusal to believe become the wishes you'll burn all my life i keep questioning myself how do i survive in this hell of prison-self? can i escape the chain that's edging me? will i get away so easily? would they soon find me? with this handcuffs that has set me free? detained with the fear that i had why do i loath myself so bad? distant memories keep withdrawing from me like blood flourishing, leaving my body weakening over the faith that bind me support me, i wish to touch the glow on my feet droplet of hope keep falling down my eyes the taste of sorrow remain tight in between i'm waiting for the moment, the first light to shine on top of my sanity, on top of my mind...
harley dudette thats really good. im not just saying it. its really good. i love this line: am i weak, am i just pretending to be.
I love this whole song!!! 10/10 to tell u, i have been veiwing a few different songs in the last 10 minutes and waiting for one that really makes me wanna reply. Urs was it. I love this song, very good work, and please, do try writing more often, because this rules!!!!!!!!!!!!
wow, that's too much of a rate i think 'coz i dont expect that to blow into someone's mind!!... anyway, thanks for reading it... well, i dont have the skills to write a song... i've been engaged in writing poem for so long that sometimes i cannot see where i'm going when i'm writing it! (not like Mike - he's good at making this therapeautic kind of songs... which i kinda dread, or suck, if u know what i mean...)