Post by jollyolmelancholy on Apr 16, 2014 20:57:36 GMT -5
HE is what WE feel should BE what we NEED.
Tears are what drives him
Yes, tears and love lost and found
He has nothing more than what he feels
But the problem is that he feels absolutely nothing
He goes through each of his days
Sulking in the cravenness being that he is
He knows no bounds to his happiness
For this emotion does not exist among his repertoire
Dieing within occurs secondly for him
He has a funeral every day to remind him of what he has
Its a funeral that no one attends
And he wrote the obituary
He was the only one in the pews
He dug the grave
He constructed the coffin
He was the one in the grave
He was the one mourning for this lost soul
He was the one filled with content over the loss
He does not understand exactly what he is
Or where he came from
He spends his days in sadness
Wondering if ever he will find his place
But he realizes that his place is right here
Within the abyssal paradise that he has created
For here
He can be himself
If ever that existed
For here
He can release the emotions from within
If Only he could feel
For here
There is no limit to his laughter
But he can’t smile
Here
He can share his love, and spread it to the world unknown
But love has died, and such a feeling of this sort
Is forbidden
Why is it forbidden, he may ask
He does not know this yet
But, He forbids it himself
The love that he did have
Has been tossed around like the once red heart in his chest
For his heart is no more than a charcoal
Even a diamond in the rough would be considered a blasphemous analogy for his soul
He shall forever sulk in the nothingness that he is
He shall forever drown himself in the tears he spills
He shall forever poison himself in the gas of his own mind
He shall never know what true happiness is
He shall always lack the one thing that everyone posses
He shall always be one step behind
He shall always be the underdog
He will always be the loser
Yes, The loser
Not any loser, but THE Loser
For this title fits him very well
And he wears it like a crown
He will always live up o this standard and nothing more
He will never realize that the darkness is all he has
And he will always chase his grandiose nightmares...
Tears are what drives him
Yes, tears and love lost and found
He has nothing more than what he feels
But the problem is that he feels absolutely nothing
He goes through each of his days
Sulking in the cravenness being that he is
He knows no bounds to his happiness
For this emotion does not exist among his repertoire
Dieing within occurs secondly for him
He has a funeral every day to remind him of what he has
Its a funeral that no one attends
And he wrote the obituary
He was the only one in the pews
He dug the grave
He constructed the coffin
He was the one in the grave
He was the one mourning for this lost soul
He was the one filled with content over the loss
He does not understand exactly what he is
Or where he came from
He spends his days in sadness
Wondering if ever he will find his place
But he realizes that his place is right here
Within the abyssal paradise that he has created
For here
He can be himself
If ever that existed
For here
He can release the emotions from within
If Only he could feel
For here
There is no limit to his laughter
But he can’t smile
Here
He can share his love, and spread it to the world unknown
But love has died, and such a feeling of this sort
Is forbidden
Why is it forbidden, he may ask
He does not know this yet
But, He forbids it himself
The love that he did have
Has been tossed around like the once red heart in his chest
For his heart is no more than a charcoal
Even a diamond in the rough would be considered a blasphemous analogy for his soul
He shall forever sulk in the nothingness that he is
He shall forever drown himself in the tears he spills
He shall forever poison himself in the gas of his own mind
He shall never know what true happiness is
He shall always lack the one thing that everyone posses
He shall always be one step behind
He shall always be the underdog
He will always be the loser
Yes, The loser
Not any loser, but THE Loser
For this title fits him very well
And he wears it like a crown
He will always live up o this standard and nothing more
He will never realize that the darkness is all he has
And he will always chase his grandiose nightmares...
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