Does it make you envy?
does it make you proud
to talk the world into a paper bag?
spotty stain of im ok your not ok,
yes men too can be on the rag.
Im in over my head i need a pick me up,
its easy to get high when your standing on our backs man,
will anything ever be good enough for you
stand on your own hold your water if you can.
The rides over, did you enjoy yourself,
the rides over fairing well?
The rides over, did you enjoy yourself
the rides over fairing well
not in my time.
It isnt fair to mention,
but it awes the crowd.. your fictional plastic alibis
take another hit,
steal another life
d'ya ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes
Hey when you were down
i always picked you up
why didnt i recognise that everything
was never fine
im kicking myself that i shared
spit with you!
so fuck yourself and fuck this
bleeding heart of mine
just how im feeling, depressed and its unusual... ive been ill but i feel fine just like whats the point with just trying to make everything good for you when i can't even make sense!
pathetic wheezers of an oldmans cough,
that litters the stale air with change
the card board box keeps him safe
until the next day rains
He has no choice but to
breath a last breathe
an unmistakable shame that
riddles through his bones
that are chilled to the surface
his last glane towards a stormy heaven
shaken by the sound of debt
and what am i too do?
x-AcisseJ-X
pathetic wheezers of an oldmans cough,
that litters the stale air with change
the card board box keeps him safe
until the next day rains
He has no choice but to
breath a last breathe
an unmistakable shame that
riddles through his bones
that are chilled to the surface
his last glane towards a stormy heaven
shaken by the sound of debt
and what am i too do?
I Hope You All understand
that's the last time
i close my dark eyes
and try to forget
these lonely, dark lies
for fear to overcome
and for you to understand
you'll have to listen up
listen to personal demand
When was the last time
you heard a saint breathe
felt safe to let go
put this bandage on your sleeve
because this is the last time
for living this dream
you'll ever see me hurt
because this is where is seems...
X-AcisseJ_-X
Something Inside (So Strong)
The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The further you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter 'cause there's
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone... oh no
There's something inside so strong
Something inside so strong
The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly it will blind you
Because there's
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone... oh no
There's something inside so strong
Something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
Well, we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
Because there's
Something inside so strong
I feel sick,
Sicker than I have ever before,
Flooding as it rolls down ur sleeves.
It's The Deepest red,
Bloods thicker but less worthy to you,
As you watch it flush out the pain.
Patterned hatred,
Comes Rolling in with your everyword,
I can hear in just the tone of your voice.
Mental Breakdowns,
They're more than just two words on a line,
They're the very thoughts within your mind.
And The happiness,
Your Denial of everthing your thinking,
The things your scared to admit to me.
Your Realization cause,
You want to be so happy so very much,
But God likes to play his games with you,
With your incarnation,
And your every scatter of ash,
We remember your sacred touch with words,
You dont regret it,
You should be given the armour to protect,
Your skin from metal or wooden shards,
But noones invincible,
Nobody lives forever anymore, accept it,
But live it without a single stain,
Or scarred tissue,
Of every dream that ever shattered,
The glass broke in your eye.
Letting, Leaving the escaping Light.
A broken Image,
Tears in my heart rise upwards again,
Until there stuck in my throat.
A broken Record,
Where all you hear is screaming,
And all the video shows is your waterfall.
Your dilusional,
But its never been your fault,
You even remember exactly what happened.
Your candle has been blown out.
In Stormy Nights,
Taking the Soul from your rigged body,
And taking the light from your room,
Hiding away,
Sittin in your own vast imagination,
Planning your own reincarnation.
Those Scratches,
They hurt me far more than they do you,
They slash my veins deeper than if you died.
Seeing Red,
But Its just the curtains resting on your pupils,
The ones that stay closed until it's only black.
Pain is pain,
And nothing about it is even nearly real,
So then how can this hurt so fucking much?
One Liners,
So effective when we use them correctly,
But so often neither you nor I can understand,
Each Other,
In our own worlds where they know us,
But lets cross into our fiery eyes,
Rise Above It,
If I let the Flame take the clouds away,
Please let the smoke rings kill me my own way,
Let them leave me here so happy,
So calm and peaceful as i lay,
Right here, And leave them gazing at me expresionless,
In my favourite box of purple velvet,
Please stay . . . .
I want it so they are left With nothing to say.
By Jason Redford- i guess all can say is sorry but what do you do, what can you do when sorry will never be enough...
i sit shaking
making out its all ok
and when life is taking
all that matters
i fade away
no more fun
no time to play
no shame in love
its all an endless day
well im breaking out
this heat too hot
this pain... wont bare my soul
to be continued...
acts that i damn... acts that remind... acts that survive.... acts of suicide... ill just wait an hide in the vines in this special place... they cuddle, strangle and mangle this broken,torn and twisted person! Nameless with no face... and no way to trace it's soul! pass it by like love held out on a platter! silver like the knife to cut the bread and the wine... feast on scarlet tears of fears and your all see'ers and you just pass by ignoing... the naivity, the blood splatter, but what does it matter? it shall never happen to me.... one day you'll regret and you'll see!
shouldering this empty beat... thats so loud i can feel it in my ribs on my lungs... yet it sounds just like silence! i cannot even hear my own thoughts though there are those voices...
carve the name on my arm... bleeds... let it bleed... let it drip,and allow me to fall and slip through your grip and shudders and rebound of these cracking tiles! Cracking like my fingers as they push me up to regain the last bit of dignity...prid
what religion, direction or new belief, will cause me to strive forward...and make more sense of this riddle that i encounter on every year, on every week, on every second? what makes sense to me is not alot but i have the memory and the 'want' to hope for so much more... enabling me to finally and eventally make that step! that leap of faith, the crunch time! when i touch the floor again will it support me and will your arms catch me?
so so very alone trapped in this unstable and shaken body... where you left my thoughts to roam... they scattered like when you scattred my ashes across the waterfall, symbolising my dashed hopes and dreams cut short from completion due to a errie death. Like the frozen water plunging into the pool, just another teenage suicide, a mutilated and morbid story currupted by young dilusional love! Well i wish the love had blinded, made me feel whole and stopped me from jumping, i thought the noose would hold me together... i thought you promised to hold me forever but my heart grew old became worn, and began to tether... withering away... as the heart beat stops so did my life and all that counted was lost..........
you know when you think you have it completly sussed and everyting is perfect, ok it has the normal ups and downs, but for once its not a bad month.. till a few unsuspected hours past by and suddenly you discover nothing is as it seems... and i could never say im sorry enough! i make mistakes like any human being but then again no normal human would see it from my point of view and now i see now, how much i have officially and well and truely cocked up! and im still paying for it and im still saying goodbye and im still saying im sorry.........
spilling emotions onto bare pages... that just cry to be infected with my hate lol...
there is a reassurance here
that my words wont fall off
these lines holding me together
even if there is a war i can't win
theres a saftey net called 'you'
when there is no place called home
and only a shrowd to hold you
you'd still love me in ashes.....