Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Burden

We all need something to hold onto, to keep us grounded. So we know we're not insane. 

~ It's so crowded in here. ~



It's dark and cold and I'm drowning. 
I'm drowning in all of your sins. 
I take the burden so you don't suffer,
But just look at this pain I'm in.

Why would you let me live this way?
How could I have come to be?
Your demons think it's a game to play,
But it's no fun when you're not free.

My soul is just a slave to my body.
It's trapped in it like in a jail cell.
Only one way out. But is there really?
You're taking more pain for the sins I've felt.

There are two sides to the story,
But you never let them hear mine.
It's dangerous to show them the real us.
So, my side is always confined.

We know what it's like to be in here,
How one small task is hard to decide.
I try to push my way into your space,
But you control so much of our mind.

I think it's overcrowded in here now.
It's time for one of us to leave.
I try to stay strong, push you out,
But you always counteract the defeats.

My soul is a slave to your mind.
It's trapped without a hope to be free.
You've done so well stealing our life.
We're not sure which is really me.

It's dark and cold and we're drowning.
You're drowning in all of my sins.
We take the burden so I don't suffer,
But just look in this pain we're in.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Plant A Seed

Sometimes you just need to write a little darkly to ease your ailments. 

~ Wounds heal. ~

The cut was just beginning to mend,
But I liked to pick it open again.
I never let them heal too soon.
I've been opening up my wounds
Curious to see they it would bleed.
Then maybe my mind would be freed.

So much happening inside this mind.
Left alone to think in thoughts at night.
In my mind, plants a little seed.
It grows and grows to take over me.
It suffocates me taking all my air.
Wouldn't it be nice to live without a care? 

Am I damned to never be truly free?
Then why do I still bleed so easily?
And why do the seeds grow and grow,
Grabbing my soul with a firm hold?
I've been looking for a way out.
It all seems so helpless now.

They tell me there are easier days,
But I hold firm to my obsessive ways.
Just how long until I finally bleed out?
They don't hear my screams so loud.
It's so busy inside of here.
It's so busy inside of here.

I don't believe in easier days.
I'm prisoner to my obsessive ways.
Will I be free if I bleed out?
I'm picking this open now. 
It's just so busy inside of here.
It's just so busy inside of here