What is the reason we're all alive?
The reason we're all torn inside?
Strolling through this world blind
as a bat, wishing our wallets were fat.
Do you dare tell me there's a higher
power? While we're drowning in this
shower of horror, who is this God you
speak of? The one who watches from
above, Everytime you cry, fall as you
try to fly, suffocate when you try to
breathe. Rejoicing while we die under
neath his feet, my faith is growing weak.
The flame on the candle has disappeared,
what I've always feared has appeared before my eyes,
the place that harbors the lies, encourages humanity's cries.
There is no place for hell to exists, there's only hell on Earth.
We are cursed since birth, we've grown so numb and can't feel
the burns. So there must be no God if He just watches me
crumble and fall, how naive must I be to not believe he was there
all along? How long will I keep my ignorance inside and live in this
shell, I live in my own personal hell. First you must understand
that it's just the nature of men. Nothing in this world must be
heaven sent.
All I feel is shame
that knife is calling
my name.
Maybe all the hurt
will be gone, and I
wont see the dawn.
The tears fall faster than
rain, how is it possible to
feel so insane?
I can't sleep at night,
trying to win this internal
fight.
That razor is my friend,
it always understands.
There's no one to talk to,
no one to hold. My mind is
beginning to fold. It's there,
it's calling out to me, I will set
you free.
Subject: Some of my poetry 
Tue Feb 26, 2008 7:58 pm
