| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | ||||||||||
| ONE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH Oh the dead the dead are alive tonight walking in the streets caught in the in-betweens of our thoughts and beliefs brought back by our denial That we will all die one day and be lost forever What a magical night for those left behind whispered goodbyes and precious moments as lost souls walk once again One last night on Earth one last chance to feel the wind and hear the noise of life being lived before they die again and must return to the eternal darkness of their homes to non-existence leaving us behind again What a magical night for tragic thoughts and destinies |
Me? The weird the sad living inside himself searching for hidden treasure Living by remote control one for the TV and one for the soul always on Standby Waiting for what may come for what they'll do to him Waiting The quiet the shy nothing to say living in morbid fantasies searching for a way out who knows me? |
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| PSYCHOTIC, but self-assured That's the way we are it's what we do we go to far Can't take it anymore can't break me anymore I'm no better than the bleeding bitches and the psychotic boys the drunken guys their torn stitches what they try to hide I'm nothing but a bore Breathing acid clears your throat but the corpse won't float drowning in the moat round your fairy tale castle Who the hell are you to bring me down? Bottle it all up and send it to the ones I love don't be too sad because I feel so bad I'd cut you too |
An Xen Ex Hold me Love me let the love grow Kiss me don't leave me don't let me go Care about us thru bad and worse they can't stop us Pretend there's no end trust me for the best Wait for me I'll catch up it's our fate it's love |
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