The darkness

Category: Writers Block

Post 1 by bermuda-triangulese (Help me, I'm stuck to my chair!) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 7:00:52

I'm actually quite proud of these lyrics, took a good two hours to write both verses of it.

Verse 1
I started my life,tried to feel my way,
blind leading the blind is real day by day.
Across a path of rocks, broken glass and pain
I have no shoes or socks, but this life I clame
and in life I remain, bold and uneffected,
my life's always the same, cold and undetected.
quiet type, not speaking listenin' plenty,
black as night not showin' the flames that are in me.
I could be smilin on the surface like I jus won the lotto,
unable to state my true feelin's like Terry Shiavo.
I'm like water, never noticed always taken for granted,
but if I choose to, I'll lose you, leave you stranded.
I can flow quietly, passing through brighter days,
but always with the ability to create a tidle wave.
so what you see from me may only pose on the surface,
but what does it matter, thoughts from those who are worthless.

Post 2 by bermuda-triangulese (Help me, I'm stuck to my chair!) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 7:03:38

Verse 2
I spit blood onto a page let my lyrics absorb it,
I was nothin' I was played and now I'm here to record it.
I took society's value's turned them and realined them,
Didn't agree so I burned them and redefined them.
They say they always support individual thought but what it is they truly trying to say,
is that if your ever born and don't conform to the norm then you'll be hounded til your dieing day.
This life is a prison without the wall or the bars,
if somethin' in you aint clickin' then we'll call for the guards.
You'll be dragged out, beat down broken humiliated,
assed out, open, knowing you will be hated.
And those that would've stood tall wishin' you well,
cower under judgement's power at the back of their sell.
you hall yourself to your feet, running screaming for the door,
that you had gazed upon in fear but never entered before.
You'll ask silently what happened and where your mind went,
while in society's vollentary solletary confinement.

Post 3 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 8:43:36

Bravissima! Darkness indeed

Post 4 by bermuda-triangulese (Help me, I'm stuck to my chair!) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 8:54:27

gratsie

Post 5 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 8:55:23

no problema piacere mio...

Post 6 by Inesle1987 (Account disabled) on Friday, 10-Jun-2005 10:45:33

I really loved that. I am getting more and more into the stuff you write, it's cool!