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I Wish This Fake Love Wasn't Real

Too bad that Im facing my desert life 
A danger zone filling these walls 
NO . NO. NO. it doesnt let it die 
Too inocent to let it go 
Things burn down and bended alive 
Breaking pokes to the broken self 
Fucked up in the minds of the other 
Fucked up to the world and it's mother 
No i'm not your godchild 
No i am not the one you call a friend 
No i do not fill your needs 
It's like i'm on a killing spree 
Free to build a tattered child 
Down beneath a fickel core 
So I build a danger zone 
IN a FuCked up room in blues 
Greens and Painted kitchen sinks 
When these feet touch the floor 
I thank god I'm alive 
But with that I puke on the floor 
IN the sink and Down the line 
I'm birthed inside a woom 
Knowing nothing but the inside world 
Black. Red. Blues. and Greens. 
Like living inside nature's bed 
Inside a fearfull brand of trees 
Harvesting over the skies, the moon and bellows 
Why do they make themselves believe 
They are the ones to fear the lived 
The pillered soul do they possess 
A soul to carry their undead 
A hole in their chest 
Grapping a thunderous hook 
At the roofs of their own tough 
To the top of their lungs 
Insight the fall 
Forming a spiral staircase 
Right beneath the hell 
Where they always meat 
Making this child a freak 
Stabbed. Wounded. FREAK. 
Pulled a chambered tourtured masacre 
And it was I, who hung on the wall 
It was I. That of me. Stuck on the wall. 
With my skin turned. To a naked eyeball. 
My flesh removed, My veins just naked Fuck. 
The Blead. The Blues. The Reds. The Darks. The Evil Marks. 
I need the night to stop it's search. 
To stop the light in my eyes. 
When I ascape this prison break 
Just intime to take what was left of me. 
I fill my mind with the broken ashes 
Letting the light turn in different flashes 
My breath yearning a genie's air 
I go to trips. I feel the beet and air. 
I feel the heavy Light break free. 
I feel the bases' solo pound in me. 
It is the last end straw. 
I scream GOODByE! 
Goodbye.Goddbye 
Goodbye.God... 
Care? That I'm dead.

by lonedevil on 6 Nov 2005 at 21:17

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