.Wednesday, April 23, 2008 ' 10:32 PM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted
Pain? I'm telling you the truth
They're all facts
Listen will ya!
It's no act
I Know
You hate me so
For what, I don't know
Just forget it and go
The blinding pain
Overwhelms me
The facts are lain (laid or lain arh?)
So leave me be
My vision's blurred
I can't see
My heart's blamed
For deluding me
Just a facade
A shell of false pretence
The pain will never fade
It's really intense
Inscribed on my heart
Carved into my bones
It's a work of art
Made by hones
The memories fresh
I live the dream
Blood flowing from the gash
The echoing scream
Unforgettable pain
I don't want to remember
But the scars are lain (laid or lain arh?)
The evidence forever
Anywhere but here
I'd rather be
If not for what were
I'd be with thee (is this right o.o?)
Perfect by nature
imitated by man
No more a future
All seen is wan (not sure of pronunciation so may not rhyme)
The yawning hole
Within my soul
Plays the role
In reaching your goal
Lies heaped so high
Hidden deep within
The time draws nigh
Brewing trouble will begin
Hone - A fine-grained whetstone for giving a keen edge to a cutting tool.
- A tool with a rotating abrasive tip for enlarging holes to precise dimensions.
Wan - Suggestive or indicative of weariness, illness, or unhappiness; melancholy: a wan expression.
Ah this is even more crap.
As usual it's the spur of the moment thing.
So yea, this is what i came up with.
~ 3xil3 ~
