It's Not Fun When You're Burning

Current mood: frustrated
Category: Writing and Poetry

"I am the master of everything that is and all that will ever be. Concern yourself with nothing else for I am all you need."

Paint yourself out of my lifes final portrait.
Cut your self out of my hearts final beat.
Hating me now only makes me grow stronger.
Loving me then has led to my defeat.
Down but not out everyday I stand taller.
Float through the masses you all pass me by.
Shadows will fade in and out growing smaller.
Nothing should matter to those who will die.
But if you try harder you'll live on forever.
The crooked path isn't so lonely it seems.
If you would just step out of everyones shadow
your world would be more than a landfill of dreams.
Meaningless, hopelessness, emptiness kills.
Pray for redemption with every last pill.
One to be beautiful; One for strong will.
When your numb you can't feel that you grow weaker still.
So you turn to religion and pray eveyday.
Razorblades, plastic surgery, drugs, a quick lay,
anything to forget you're alive and still mortal.
But you'll die if you can't learn to let it all fade.
Slip away from the lies about who you should be.
Who are we if we can't tell ourselves what to see
in the eyes of beauty? How to live, how to learn,
make mistakes, crash and burn, love your life.
Because only you make it worth living
before it's taken by those you've forgiven.
© 2006