therealfishstick

I lay within the pile of scrap and decay my life slowly withering away, no sight of the sun in blue-eyed skies No sight of glowing green fireflies. With all the junk 15 foot piled high, I'm a prisoner my dear, don't weep or cry for shedding a tear is for not whats it's worth It was my fault, I belong within the pile of man made earth. Is this where I really belong? For all the sins and commitments made, does it matter anymore, I can't tell the difference they seem the same. Is this what I deserve, for all the troublesome pain? Maybe. Maybe you're right I don't need to be treated this way But I know for one, I within the time we'v

Groping my wound, tears rolling down my face, Unbearable pain I feel, unrelentless torture. Often I ask myself, "What is this place?" What is this dark and dreary hell? No one answers, for I am all alone, Isolated from the world; a product of mysery. No one understands, no one will help me. This pain spoken of, is not of the physical world, But rather of the emotional, of the spiritual. Of these things I wonder, as my blood red tears fall impearled, What could of been? What should of been? What was the worst that could happen? All in all, my mistakes have only begun, Outspoken, defeated, destroyed is all I will ever be. I smile

Please don't forget me as I bury myself so deep These dreams I have I know they aren't real So could you please help me? I think it's time for me to heal Memories I tried to burn away Future seems to always be delayed Visions of the past life I think I'm here for the last time Snow seems to never go away It's not like me, it's here to stay I've always related myself to the winter It's cold and everything is dead But it's more lasting than me As I breathe I see the life of me slowly escaping I've always believed what people say to me But now I see there's no one counting on me Hope is what they rely on But I see my hope is g

Like a cancer, it  kills Living, but I can't breathe Like the winter, it chills There is no sharper knife Like an apple, it falls Screaming, but I can't hear Like creeping death, it calls There is no sharper knife Like a dark heart, it bleeds Standing, but I can't reach Like Animals, it feeds There is no sharper knife I speak of depression, There is no sharper knife.

I walk calmly into ruin, With a look of pride upon my face. Dignified and valiant before the storm, I make no move to hold or brace. At the promontory, Arms outreaching to the wind. Come and claim me God, our father, Forgive for I have sinned. Thunder surrounded me, Upon the rocky outcrop where I stand. Patient and relentless, Before His vengeful hand. No such hand took me, Though lightning sang inside my veins. Somewhere upon the mountain, The four horsemen took up their reigns. So I'm left here standing, In waiting for the end. No solace found in secrets, No solace found in friends. -to forgive, divine-