Give me my rights to be free
And I’ll lament not of my pain
Won’t you listen to my plea?
Try to keep me alive and sane
For the opinions have turned
From belittling oppressions
To lessons meant to be learned
Instead of senseless aggressions
Eventually we may see
How life is just about living
And rid our minds of debris
Seek pardon in our misgivings
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sunday, February 4, 2007
In My Eyes
'Round the fire, colours glow,
Gently rocking to and fro.
Deep in shadows, demons play,
Snatching emotions away.
Seeping through the mindless halls,
Shattering the endless walls.
Pity not the small or weak,
Death before the killing streak.
Madness chases to the end,
Down the stairs you will descend.
Crashing to the bottom floor,
Pummelled by a death day war.
Soulless, moodless, soaring free,
This is how we're meant to be.
What of earth, of love, of truth?
Full of silly childish youth.
Is this really how you see?
Can't you hear the helpless plea?
Save the hearts that feel this way,
Life's a small and fragile prey.
Gently rocking to and fro.
Deep in shadows, demons play,
Snatching emotions away.
Seeping through the mindless halls,
Shattering the endless walls.
Pity not the small or weak,
Death before the killing streak.
Madness chases to the end,
Down the stairs you will descend.
Crashing to the bottom floor,
Pummelled by a death day war.
Soulless, moodless, soaring free,
This is how we're meant to be.
What of earth, of love, of truth?
Full of silly childish youth.
Is this really how you see?
Can't you hear the helpless plea?
Save the hearts that feel this way,
Life's a small and fragile prey.
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