Something is missing
I can't feel your arms around me
I can't see your face
No beauty to envelop me
Feeling so empty
Your love is but a memory
Why is it that every time I try to be serene
I sit awake all alone haunted by my dreams?
I once held something pure and they took her away
They said it's for my own good yet I'm the one who's paid
Help me fight through this
Because now all my strength is lost
Just fueled by vengeance
Sympathy for tyranny lost
I must find my peace
I'll only find it in your arms
Why is it that every time I try to be serene
I sit awake all alone haunted by my dreams?
I once held something pure and they took her away
They said it's for my own good yet I'm the one who's paid
They bring this out of me
A side I thought was dead
No use in calming me
For I am anger-led
They bring this out of me
A side I thought was dead
No use in calming me
For I am anger-led
Cut me open
And see the freak in me
Hate has chosen
To wrap and covet me
I have felt this
Too many times before
Received death's gift
Strength to settle the score
Why is it that every time I try to be serene
I sit awake all alone haunted by my dreams?
I once held something pure and they took her away
They said it's for my own good yet I'm the one who's paid
They bring this out of me
A side I thought was dead
No use in calming me
For I am anger-led
They bring this out of me
A side I thought was dead
No use in calming me
For I am anger-led
Cut me open
And see the freak in me
Hate has chosen
To wrap and covet me
I have felt this
Too many times before
Received death's gift
Strength to settle the score
to settle the score
settle the fucking score!
Copyright 2004 fight-or-die
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