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Aixelsyd
Copyright Ali
Tender feelings, true to my touch
cannot be masked by smiles and such
but once turned wrong, all faith is now gone
there's nothing left, just take the rest
stare and whisper if you're the kind,
but you can't see i'm biding my time
a fine thread i grip tightly
but much to frail to depond on slightly
toothpicks under my fingernails,
cages containing rate to gnaw at my flesh
s-t-r-e-t-c-h my skin!
take my back, bring me home
go away, i need to be alone
oblivion swirls around in confusion
the cloud was once lifted, sifted, out ash of my remains
& do you dream to replace reality?
& do you work to push friends aside?
& do you lie to comfort yourself, but why?
tem-po-ra-ry comfort
thought patters are jagged like Notes
my life is sketched with do's and dont's
pages stained with emptyness
drain my life with thoughtlessness
go ahead, it's a push of relief
go ahead, i'm right behind you!
go ahead, i'll watch you choke!
go ahead, i put you here!
pull down your eyelids, drift off to the 2nd state of consciousness
...i'll hold you here
...i'll keep you here
...i'll burry you here!!!
soft, melodic
scars on my pride
needles in your eye
drag you down...
...to pick me up!