George watched helplessly, almost mezmerised by the knifes descent as it slowly formed the words:
MY DADDY WOULDN’T SAVE ME
Though reality is harsh,
I watch you everyday.
Chuck it on the path,
And step,
And jump,
And Spit
As you go about your life
Like I never was a part..
Power is frustration.
Power is exhilaration.
Power is me with you,
On a daily-fucking-basis.
And you’ll come tumbling down
Nothing but-a fumbling clown
Within your own world of deceit and lies
Soon you’ll be at home with the shit and flies
Am I the burning silence?
Am I the unsucessful escapes?
Am I the misunderstandings dogging your steps?
Am I the fading joy of coming home?
Life wasn’t meant for a story,
But for us to realise ourselves,
The disappointing reality.
How do I..
How can I prove..
I don’t understand
But, i’m waiting.
I’ll keep on waiting
Until I understand,
Until I can let you go
Without letting go
Of myself
How we used to fear.
That times would change,
And lives would splinter.
Listen, the devils whisper
"No, p-please.. spare him! spare him! please!" the man screamed, desperately clawing at the chains keeping him from his son
I’d keep the pain,
Take back my heart
And re-live the silence.
If I could only See you
One more time
As mine.
Time is running
Away from me,
I can’t
I can’t keep up.
Help me catch
That runnaway time,
One we missed-
Where we were together
Always,
and forever?
Etched within this
Dark, empty pit -
Shining through
Like nothing else could
Like nothing else would