Pick up your broken heads for dreams fly away.
Sever your limbs so sanity will stay.
Keep breathing so you can die.
You cured the illness even though you didn't even try.
Spit on the ground as the rain hits your head.
Wake yourself up as you sleep on your bed.
Give out a shout as you whisper to me.
Laugh out loud as you cry to be free.
See the world as you go blind.
Lose the hope you need to find.
Lick your lips as you taste defeat,
it's so sickeningly sour that it turns sweet.
Watch the sand fall as time stands still.
Feel perfectly fine as you swallow your last pill.
Shout to the masses that are all calm and at peace.
Try to live again the moment you seem to cease.
Kill the violence that seems to spread.
Give life to the happiness that was dead.
Lighten your words that were made of lead,
they are no longer at dunpoint to another's head.
 Alibis of the Heart · Mon May 18, 2009 @ 05:28am · 1 Comments |
