Monday, September 27, 2010

Devil

She sits alone again
& tries her best not to pretend that all she used to live for was the love that wasn't there
& every time she needs to do things that she believes will fill the void inside of her (causehewasneverthere)

she says, "I swear I'm not the devil, though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil--"
He tries to sleep again 
He wonders when the pain will end the cuts (theymayrundeeperthanhiscrackingoutershell)

He looks with tired eyes
at all the people hypnotized
wonders what can save him from his self-created hell

And he says, "I swear I'm not the devil.
Though you think I am, I swear I'm not the devil--"
I always fail to see the little things in front of me 
The things that mean so much to you; a way to let you know that I appreciate the way you always tolerate 
(but sometimes when I medicate frustration in you showsmehowyoufeel)

But I swear I'm not the devil,
though you think I am.


I swear I'm not the devil.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Torn

(nothing's right i'm--)

i'm all out of faith;
this is how i feel

(cold&iAMshamed)

lying naked in the floor

and still

i can't seem to find
the q u i e t
inside
my mind