I look for deep weather,
To take me down away,
The light seems far gone now,
And nothing have I to say.
I struggle in the smother'ngs,
Of day's lightest morn,
Cry when I have everything,
Laugh when I have none.
The saddest hour is perfection,
Yet happy is a wrong,
I stand - unbearable - nothing found a cause.
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I like it. That is all. xD
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I lose my conscience when I thirst,
For innocence prolonged,
I strangle it to silence,
I drink its precious blood.
It cries as it wavers,
And soon it's all but gone,
Now there is another,
Socio all along.
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If Satan has his hour,
And God his day,
Do I get the month, then,
Or is it all as His?
Have I grasped at straws,
'Til beaten - bruised they fall?
Or do I simply clutch at nothing,
Imagination raw?
Take my path, sweet angel,
Devils do not dare.
For as He says - so truthfully,
"The spirit is willing,
But the flesh is weak."
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A sprint for life,
Is all I have,
A hope for happenstance.
I tremble in the corner,
Forgotten - all but lost.
They eas'ly call me hopeless,
And look down 'pon my cold.
Yet there is one more - a single hope for me.
Someone who would care.
Someone who would hold me close,
And tell me just to dare and hope,
That at last I had found a lov'ng Father,
A Mother who would say,
"I love you more then anything,
My daughter you shall stay."
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A lasting end,
A beg'ning for the good,
A light among the darkness,
Some info for you would,
Help to melt the apathy,
The mat'rialistic sick,
That sweeps across my nation,
And binds my people tight.
I fight for rights and freedom,
For hope and life and love,
Yet no one wants to hear me,
Convenience is their all.
But somehow I still struggle,
To open up their eyes,
And tell them all is trouble,
They need to find my light.
