yellowhead
01-16-2004, 01:52 AM
Bones of the ruin:
You keep swallowing my skin
Eating my flesh ‘till it gets thin.
Soon you’ll see bone and then the muscle
When I’m alone I bleed until
I’m bare
I’m naked
I’m bruised
I’m breaking
I’m pale
I’m sick
I need my fix.
I think I need a break
From life itself
And it’s mistakes
And although all of them I’ve made
I feel it’s time for a change.
So now where will I turn?
What new lesson shall I learn?
Will it hurt as bad as the last?
I am now among those, with a past.
Is there any answer?
To my grief
I’m under sorrow
As sorrow is under me
You ask, “What do I know about the grand scheme of things?”
I reply, “there is none, but what you believe.”
You keep swallowing my skin
Eating my flesh ‘till it gets thin.
Soon you’ll see bone and then the muscle
When I’m alone I bleed until
I’m bare
I’m naked
I’m bruised
I’m breaking
I’m pale
I’m sick
I need my fix.
I think I need a break
From life itself
And it’s mistakes
And although all of them I’ve made
I feel it’s time for a change.
So now where will I turn?
What new lesson shall I learn?
Will it hurt as bad as the last?
I am now among those, with a past.
Is there any answer?
To my grief
I’m under sorrow
As sorrow is under me
You ask, “What do I know about the grand scheme of things?”
I reply, “there is none, but what you believe.”