a writing...take from it what you will |
too much blood on these hands, too much grime in these fingernails if it weren't for the night we shared, you'd think we were enemies faltered minds brought together with smameless atrocities forever will end and we'll be left with braindead imaginings too many times have left and gone with no progression in sight no hope, yet for many, its about not giving up without a fight you can try, you can pry, you can live and lie with nothing in sight and if you died you can say you gave it your all tonight confusement and bewildered people can't reap what we sow thousands of years have lead to us not knowing how to know when i wash my hands i feel you drift farther into the maniacal snow freezing and breeding more ignorance that takes away from the normal flow so, with what's been said time and time again, whats been layed on the line it's now your turn to turn the tide to bring the war, take your turn one more time never again can someone say you've been to nice, no guts, quit being so kind the lights are turned down low, the brightness is now illuminating from your mind with a swift swing of solitude and a magnificent slaying of words you can stand by yourself with noone left to take their impetent turns high on the mountain alone but with valor and dignities, it begins to burn your soul finally knows what it's like to dig in, if only for today, it yearns...... |