I'm a poet. Nothing more, nothing less. I put my emotions into this, and that's the way it will stay.
As I say my prayers
And lay down in my bed
I still have thoughts of you
running through my head
...
I'll have you know that I've been searching my room
for the love we lost atop of the sheets
between the pages of a bible
forced under the weight of pathetic defeat
...
I'm breaking apart, falling into shards of glass across this floor
dreaming again, waking up to this love that I have since ignored
falling in love with my own darkness, because I'm too scared of the light
but now I can't flee, so I'm running from me, as I'm staring into your eyes
...
if beliefs are wrong
then I need to get mine straight
simplicity knocks
yet we all turn away
...
I'm making a conscience effort, but this bullet has flooded my mind
I could see down this path so clearly, but this fog has now clouded my sight
lift me, oh great spirit, maybe then I can see what is right
on the inside I'm still dying, but on the outside I'm feeling alive
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