RawThe circles under her eyes tell her she will never be healthy. The boy with the perfect blue eyes tells her she wants to be. And she hates the way she looks but she is entranced when she looks in the mirror. She believes she is the ugliest girl in the world, and possibly the most beautiful. She just wants him to see that beauty. (And everyone) But still she wants to hide away and never be seen. She is the strongest and the weakest. She is independent, and secure. But she is delicate and lonely, only wanting to feel protected. And she cries a 'rescue me' each night when she hates the life tRaw
DelicateShe’s like fresh wet paint…Delicate
On a tempting surface…
One faulty feel so faint, Could make more than just a fuss.
The smear from your touch,
Could mark her for life…
And scar just as much,
As the cut of a knife…
She’s fragile and frail.
And she’s easy to stain.
She thinks love will prevail…
She’s set up for pain.
She’s like fresh wet paint…
Or the most delicate flower…
One small touch,
Oh, so faint
Sex Versus MurderSo in school we learn about bloodshed, And of course we see it on the TV. Talk of presidents and kings, all dead; Cold-blooded murder as far as the eye can see.Sex Versus Murder
In history we learn all about Hitler, And the way he killed a million small babies. In class watch movies packed with violent behavior, Even Travis shot his dog because of rabies.
We can go on and on about every war, With gruesome details of every last clash, But they’ll lock sex up behind a steel door, And punish the girl, who bats an eyelash.
So with lives full of fatality and rage, A
I RememberRemember when you used to kiss me everyday; It seems like forever ago now; remember? Remember the embraces? Remember how we’d laugh and play? Isn’t it strange? Like that day it was cold as December? It was mid-July; we would have frozen if not for each other. I remember our kisses were as sweet and warm though, as July, And in the warmth in the cold we hovered over one another. Sometimes I look back and I want to cry, But what we had was a happy to die for, do you remember? Do you ever look back at it all and do you remember?I Remember
The fire has burned down to just a few warm embers…
Broken GlassThis life we lead is broken glass Strewn upon the road that we must tread The signposts that we pass Form our only common threadBroken Glass
There is pain inside my weary feet Because the glass is buried deep the smell of my sweat is sickly sweet And from my soul, this blood does seep Dripping on the pavement,
The path which I must walk As I wonder what my life's meant It seems the stones themselves could talk
"We bear the burden of your footfalls Through the dark and dusty years We have heard your soul's anguished calls As it faced into the darkest o
Dancing Behind the CurtainIn darkest shadows We walk along the floor Silent as the dead Swift as the coming of the night, Dancing behind the curtain.Dancing Behind the Curtain
And we Live We find ourselves Not in roles or scripts Not in music or melody But in each-other, Dancing behind the curtain.
In the sense of Us, No I involved, Do we find our individuality. In this contradiction we find meaning We find truth in this charade And bring clarity to the shadows Dancing behind the curtain.
We are unseen Unheard, Everpresent Love incarnate, Danc
It Seems These DaysWhy are we so deaf? It seems these days we can’t even hear her cry.It Seems These Days
Why are we so blind? It seems these days we can’t see what’s right in front of us.
Why are we so alone? It seems these days if we’re not like everyone else we’ve been forgotten.
Why are we so complicated? It seems these days we can’t go anywhere with out a plan or a gadget.
Why are we so unaccepted? It seems these days we’re judged by everyone.
Why can’t we see clear? And why can’t we be free?
death is..
Why not?
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