My hope just dwindles in the wind
will you be here, will you breathe me in
hold my shivering arms and sing
do not fear i will be here when you leave
Just like a firefly at night
your freedom is in your own light that shines
and as you fly beneath the skies
hope takes flight within my eyes
so tell me now do you surround
yourself with your own cares
or will you hold my shivering arms and sing
do not fear i will be here when you leave
I am going to tell you a story. Maybe you have heard this before or maybe you are hearing it for the first time. I have thought about it too much and now want to get it out of my system…. And it always made sense to me. So here’s the story.
Long time back there was a little boy about five years old, who was in love with the ocean. He would play at the beach every day. His father was a fisherman and would go out to sea to catch fish. The father always saw his son playing on the beach and he always cherished that sight. He could understand how much his son loved the sea. He decided to make a small boat for him. He worked on it for several days and finally he got it ready.
He took that little boat to his son and put it in his hands. His eyes lit up…..his smile widened…his joy knew no bounds. He couldn’t wait to flaunt it to his friends. In a few days’ time that little boat became his favorite toy. He couldn’t get enough of it and he would not part with it. It went everywhere he went.
That day it was stormy and the waves were much stronger. He took the boat to the water and strong waves started breaking on him. The boat slipped away and it went further. He tried with all his might but the waves were just too strong and the more he tried to latch on to the boat it went farther away into the sea. The boy kept crying the whole day and he wouldn’t eat anything. He stopped talking to everyone but would go out every day and stand at the beach to see if the boat would come back.
The father’s heart ached for his son and so he quickly started working on a new boat. This boat was much more beautiful and much better than the last one. He took the boat to his son and gave it to him. But the son would not play with the new boat. He would still go to the beach and wait for his old boat to come back because that is where his heart was…
That boat may never come back but I will go every day to that beach and wait for it because that is where my heart and soul is. Most people will call me stupid but I can’t stop searching for it. I still wait for it every day.
this time i have a reason to be angry
rational or not i am calling you out
and when you turned my back on me
i knew that i am on my own now
like how they all called me crazy
you just looked at it and laughed
and now i am a fuckin psycho
so do you have a problem now?
now i won’t take any apologies
and that the time is gone
to redeem me from my enemies
now i will seek and destroy
the dark side of me with secrets
now use your white light to shine
on me but i am not stopping here now
until i have taken everyone down
in the house that David built
he chose to stay alone
left behind all the solitude
and embraced the unknown
and amongst the sand dunes
his peace and clarity stood
with no one by his side
he waited for the unknown
Father Father! hear my prayer
this house that i built is to save myself
from the malevolent man that you created
and from his spiteful hostile ways
i am so cold and broken
nothing changes my dismay
the fears that cripple me
as i bear my disgrace
they are burning my cathedrals
make me lose my faith
watched burning dreams and desires
as they all turn to grey
as they torched all my cathedrals
one of them was for you
you are not now a deity
just a burning statue
and with your silence
you try to push me away
you think i am not worthy
but my love for you is true
but just like these idols
you are deaf to these prayers
and so when they burn my cathedrals
i wish you could say
that you understand my love
let them burn this to the ground
i am not going away
i am not going away
that you will never leave my side
even when i lose my mind
that you are here to stay
that you will never go away.
Demented slaves of a demented master
Soulless, dark, insentient beings
Out to harvest your blood at night
and how they mercilessly destroy
Hooded creatures of the dark
Shrieking as they rise into the night
Ready to fulfill their master’s plan
with their slit tongues, ready to stab
In the cold of the darkness
The behemoth of terror approaches
Infecting the city with their poison
Sucking your souls and leaving you dead
I am the master of the legions
inflicting my terror and poison
sent to destroy you and your deceit
leaving mass graves in your city of dreams
from the bottomless pit he rises
screams of abhorrence now fills the sky
tasting blood in this darkness
sent to destroy us now
filling my lungs with sulphur
i can see death now slowly surround
as i scream in pain and agony
blood keeps dripping from my mouth
and how they keep screaming
that i am gonna die
and how they keep yelling my name
when i start to die
now seering through my sinews
a pulsating jolt of death
waited for this all my life
as i fall to my death.
How can i breathe without you
i am tired of being broken and so bruised
but every time i hear you speak
i wish i could be in your heart and soul
i believe in nothing anymore
my dreams are drowning to the ocean floor
like a rag that washes ashore
i know the tide will come again to break my bones
I want to force myself to believe
that i don’t need you anymore
but when i try to fill that void
i realize that i am not strong anymore
so why am i still here in the same place again
wishing that you could say something more
and as i start to come undone
i hope you could save me from my woes.
Devoutly gouge out my eyes
so that i may not see
cutting my veins across
so i may bleed
slowly but surely death will come
ending my pain i will become
a souless creature that kills
feeding on hate and greed
reach for my heart and pull it out
i don’t need it, this is suicide
give me my freedom back
so that i may never come back
beating my head against the walls
screaming my lungs out against all odds
foaming from my mouth like a madman
disoriented i have become
kill me if you can before i kill myself
you created me to fail again and again
like you get pleasure from seeing me suffer
and laugh at all my troubles.
now that you’re left here standing
with a gun to your head
finally realizing that no one cares
you get ready to shoot yourself
emotions are turning in your bowels
disintegrating your thoughts
not knowing fake from reality
you are ready to die
put the 12 gauge to your head
this is what you must know
curse at the ones who betray
now feel your brains explode
as you fall to the ground
knowing this is a war long lost
now they will shed tears at your grave
but inside they will mock your fate
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