Break
The drum,
It keeps beating,
My thoughts,
They keep pounding....
Away, Away,
Away from here,
This is where it takes me.
Away, Away,
Away from here,
Is where it finally breaks me.
The tears,
Swelling up like heaven,
They fall,
Far hidden from my brethren.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How much more of this,
I can take...
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How far i'll bend before i break.
Your words,
They hit my ears like thunder,
Your words,
Remind me of my every blunder.
And the drum,
It keeps drumming,
And this heart,
It keeps humming,
And my arms,
They keep swinging,
Though i know,
I'm still dreaming...
And for once,
This pain,
It feels alive...
And for once,
This pain,
It's settled inside.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How long this silence will last.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How long this will take to become my past.
Your words,
Slicing through my wrists,
Your words,
They leave me hungry.
Your words,
Make me cold inside,
Until i cannot find me.
And that drum,
It gets louder,
And my thoughts remain unknown,
I remain a picture,
Of pretty flesh and broken bone.
sorry, guys...on a poetry kick lately....
Whoop there it is.....
BANG
The drum,
It keeps beating,
My thoughts,
They keep pounding....
Away, Away,
Away from here,
This is where it takes me.
Away, Away,
Away from here,
Is where it finally breaks me.
The tears,
Swelling up like heaven,
They fall,
Far hidden from my brethren.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How much more of this,
I can take...
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How far i'll bend before i break.
Your words,
They hit my ears like thunder,
Your words,
Remind me of my every blunder.
And the drum,
It keeps drumming,
And this heart,
It keeps humming,
And my arms,
They keep swinging,
Though i know,
I'm still dreaming...
And for once,
This pain,
It feels alive...
And for once,
This pain,
It's settled inside.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How long this silence will last.
And i wonder,
And i wonder,
How long this will take to become my past.
Your words,
Slicing through my wrists,
Your words,
They leave me hungry.
Your words,
Make me cold inside,
Until i cannot find me.
And that drum,
It gets louder,
And my thoughts remain unknown,
I remain a picture,
Of pretty flesh and broken bone.
sorry, guys...on a poetry kick lately....
Whoop there it is.....
BANG
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psych_rock:
you were most likely to succeed? thats so funny. yes, in suicide boys.
psych_rock:
thanks, man.