Jump?My life is made up of highs and lows,On top of the world today,But tomorrow I shall slip and fall,And I fear that it is a long drop,To the other side of the earth,And then I shall spend how long?Trying to climb back up,Only to fail and fall again,I can't measure up,To the expectations of this world,And so I fall,And yet I climb,But I wait for the day that I know,Will never come,The day that I don't fall,Or maybe I won't fall as far,Perhaps I will fall,So far that I won't want to climb back up,Or will I be unable to?Will this fall claim my life?I am tempted to see,Yet to scared to find out,Maybe if I jump before I fall,I can say that I didn't fail.
Mother Nature.Over cast skies,Hanging overhead,Suspended from the heavens,By silver tendrils of rain,Waiting,For the precise moment,Waiting,For their voices to be heard,And the skies split,As the storm hits,Don't run,But rather wait and listen,The wind screams,And it is filled with her voice,The rain pours down,And it is filled with her tears,You curse her rain,But she cries for her children,And I cry with her,She cries for the tree's that you burn,For the grasses you cut,You curse her winds,But with out them we would blow away,They blow to spread her love and life,they blow to repopulate her lands,Her lands that you have razed,I cry with her,For I pity you,You beat against a wall,When the door right next to you is unlocked,I cry with her,For I would have her voice heard,I know you will never hear me,You will never notice me speaking,But you do hear my mother,and you curse her,You hate her,You hate her as she loves you,She would give you a perfect world,And in
Your Face.A face in my dreams,A face I have never seen,I know a name that,Goes with your face,And when I am running,Away in the rain,I hear your name in the wind,And see your face in the tree's.
Stand. And Live.Stand with your right foot forward,Stand with your chin up strong,The path's of the strong are many,But the path of the weak is gone,And someday I will triumph,And someday I will lose,And when I am dead I'll say that,I had the strength to choose,Though now my head can listen,As the devil calls my name,My heart will hear the reason,It will never be the same,For when I die my freedom,Will be returned to me,And when my life is over,It will be my turn to sing,Stand with your right foot forward,Stand with your chin up strong,The path's of the strong are many,But the path of the weak is gone.
The perfect storm.And sometimes,I catch myself,And then,When I have stopped falling,I stand,Perfectly still,And I wait,For the storm to come,But it never does,I wait,For an excuse,To break down,But I never get one,I am watching,And I am,Listening,And I am,Waiting,For it to hit me.
Black Black nails,Blacked out eye's,Heavy dark dress,Deep shadows over my head,But darker are the spirits inside me,Pale skin painted white,In mockery of you I stand,Darker still I wish to grow <i>
Danzig.Pressure is building,Pain is growing,Stabbing aching,Hating what you did to me,You make me realize,Everything I hate about myself,You couldn't let my eye's stay closed,You had to make me,Look at myself,Pick myself apart,All for your pleasure,All for my pain,You left me hanging out to dry,Alone in the pouring rain,Alone with my suffering,At ease with my pain.