The Princess and the Demon

frying lying and wondering why
here I am again my mind in hell my feet to the sky
taking a brain damaging toke of the magic smoke
that destroys what I had left
and what breath
it is gone
battling the mind that is beautiful most of the times
sitting down soberity with pointless rhymes
jamming out to david gilmor like he would even care but the simple strum
keeps me going
doors broken
opurtunity busted
its history rewind and all I am left with is damage control of another sort
i couldnt think like this if I sat down and looked you in the eye
but when my subconsious romes there is home
and pen to paper is my only escape
but then the guilt of the trees brings me to my knees even life has to die in order for me to cry over life having to die
simplicity is the only way for me to breathe
but I could complicate breathing as alluded to before
jaw on the floor
i escaped death one more time to brag about the greatness and value of life while dying on the express way to suicide
and the only good thing to be next to me is only what I will let in when I feel that feeling is ok
swing your hands slowly back and forth as you rock your baby to sleep
close your eyes and its fairy flies and pumpkin pies
hold that innocence before they discover all the lies
but it is the beauty we protect ourselves from
stand up and stand strong for everything wrong and complain about what you are doing to someone who doesnt care
all you are left with is
what you give
and you only give what you dont want in the first place and here comes that karma that you so hypocritically acclaimed pathway to fame
and yes yes yes
you i me
we
is the only one to blame
and its funny this war
this game
pick up the pieces before the pieces cut your feet and you cant even walk accross those burnt bridges again.
cold hard steel
nothing is real
there is no escape on fighting
and the fight that you say is inside you is about to come out
you fight so hard to maintain a level of fisade
no its a fight for your life
a fight for your….wife?
take her hand away from that knife
take her on and her strife
kiss the hand that would hold you in the fire just to touch you for a second longer
this is by no means the end
nearly an edgy beggining
the end is something that no one or anything can expect
it comes in the blink of an eye
but who’s vision who knows
and for the time being
who really cares
its the thought of having love that scares me
people fall from this earth by my ignorance and what I CHOSE NOT TO BELIEVE
not what i believe
its these thoughts that consume me when the thing that needs no thought suffers
and your beauty fades everyday that I waste it away and what can I possibly say?
look at those photographs with me and eat the razorblades in your stomach and let them digest into your heart
and wait for my wonderful baby green eyes to open
I do see you standing there with my baby smiling
the clouds are thick and the smoke is heavy but the silloute is there
reaching out for me and I am too busy grabbing on to meaningless objects to save from the wreckage that not even yours to concern yourself with.
I am coming
feeling as though its all shit
i am melting
my skin is dripping off my bones like the brain cells i destroy like marshmallows at a campfire
the air is cool when we kiss
the ocean is gently coming in
the salt acts as lubracant to my sores
and I want more
erode this diasease
love knows nothing it just is

The Princess and the Demon

Greg Strehl

Joined December 2008

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