Thursday, July 12, 2007

i am transparent in all its meaning

There are certain things i won't lie about.

read between the lines dearest, this one is titled half a heart.

do you believe they ask
fevered faithful and fantasized
a cradle to the trust
for awhile there is a mask
concerned cold christ realized
the giving in is a must.

the imperfection
my infection
so much doesn't matter.

your smile
yes you,
do wait awhile.

i am detached
i am reattached
come hither.

my dearests
there is a truth i fear
a tumor, a bleeding group i will compile.

here it is.

are you lucky?
Do you deserve to be fucking lucky?
there are people i send in my prayers
there are things to be begged
we deserve we deserve if only you could hear their souls

I love the suffering bunch because they are the kind
they are the ones who allow themselves to fall victim
often without knowing it
because they are too sincere, too real, too kind, too untouchable
they are fragile.
they don't act and they lose in life
but their soul oh their sweet soul.
fucking sons of bitches you hurt them.
fucking sons of bitches you win.
fucking sons of bitches you can have me too.
everyone please don't hurt anyone
the meek can wake up in the morning and look themselves in the mirror,
the meek can breathe within themselves
but the meek always breathe for others
why do the meek die?
the meek were supposed to inherit the earth, fuck you sons of bitches,
you sons of bitches should live forever.
i'll have my lifetime in 4 years,
like stormy
i have my stormy,
i have my weather,
I have lost her
in several lives
its a strange feeling to joke
to joke in this dirt.
oh sweet laughter
i will die laughing.
i will die laughing,
and i'll let you laugh at me.



its an easy decision, be the victim, be at peace.
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