Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
Life, he believes, is not a dream
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that you have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement Day coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
As black as the wise men say they are.
Often a gray morning
Foreshadows a pleasant afternoon and soalhenta.
Sometimes there are dark clouds
But it is only on certain days;
If rain makes the roses bloom
Why mourn and not smile?
Quickly, happily
The soalhentas hours of life go by
Thankfully, excitedly
Enjoy them as they go flying.
And sometimes when Death appears
And the best that you have gone?
And when the pain deepens
And hope it sinks won?
Oh, even then, there is hope of rebirth
Unconquerable, never die.
Happy with his golden wing
Strong enough to make us feel good
Boldly, afraid of nothing
Face the Judgement Day coming.
For gloriously, victoriously
Courage can overcome despair.
A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His heart breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two angels with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and by the time people notice
it's too late.
The three angels have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His heart breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two angels with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and by the time people notice
it's too late.
The three angels have already left.