Repetitive lessons
Teaching the corrupt
Simple thoughts
Nothing too abrupt
Drifting about
A sea of fools
Trying not to drown
In idiotic pools
Over their heads
Without a second thought
I ride their current
To a destination unsought
They lead me to death
But I swim away
Using their ignorance
And the things they say
Are my memories still alive
and all the goals to which
I used to always strive
Am I gonna die?
Now will I weap
all the past away
every night I sleep
how can I carry on?
My good friend
Beyond the path
You guide my feet
away from wrath
You lead me to
an inevitable fate
of living in a world
Flooded with hate
but hope still lies
Around the bend
for this world
Will come to an end
And all the hate
Will someday die
and every being
will someday cry
Now touch my soul
With burning fire
as I see
my final desire
love is spread
from one to another
and everyone at peace
with their brother
Hold your thoughts captive
Don t let them bleed out
Have Faith for once
This time try not to doubt
Grow your mind
Expand your thought
All your future battles
Were already fought
Get a life
And learn your mind
Destroy the enemy
Not your own kind
Breathe into existence
The things you hope
Don t drain yourself
Don t try to cope
Free your mind now
So it can wander
Think over everything
It's good to ponder
Find that gap
In your reality
Reach for it
It s your sanity
Welcome to the dark
That is your inner heart
It'll finish you even though
You didn't get to start
Burning your mind
Leaving nothing but coal
And with this dark
You'll never again be whole
You'll hunger for water
And thirst for meat
Devouring your own soul
And you can't retreat
There's nowhere you can hide
From the dark that'll steal
Your emotions so you
will never again feel
Burning in your mind
Your soul's gears grind
But in you you might find
A little light that shined
hold tight
to every ounce
of hope
and all of your light
and all of your sight
keep doing what s right
don't go left
don t go straight
or you ll become the bait
for the beast
that ll eat
you're last will
but still
remain
don't stain
or overload your brain
or you might die
so just sigh
let it out
and give a shout
when you're out of options
you can always choose the last
but then you might revisit your past
and remember something bad
so dismember it before you get mad
dismember it before you go mad
and live in an inner peace
if you can find such a thing
you will stop burning
and the darkness will fade
and you will
Walking out of body
Empty but clean
Burning a road
Forever unseen
Lighting a match
To start an inferno
In the memories of old
And the things of long ago
Freezing the life
That once held your mind
And then the cold can free
What was confined
Remebering the heartache
That bound your soul
Revisiting the past
That took it's toll
The memories smudge together
And your mind goes into a haze
Your heart seems to freeze
While your spirit is ablaze
Melting your moment
Into a puddle of the present
The memories reak havok
And bring you eternal torment
You remeber your new idea
That took years to create
And you apply it
To your
My memories.
Oh my memories.
You have flooded back.
I was you again for but a moment.
I was you, my sweet memory.
I was you again.
I was me again.
I became myself.
The me I once was.
I became my memory for a short time.
I was my memory for a dream.
I was me in a dream.
But I was still me again.
I just wish I could be me again.
I wish I was still that me.
Now I am.
But I am not me.
I want to be me again.
But not in a dream this time.
I want to be me for real.
I want to be me again.
I want to relive those memories again.
And not screw up.
And not change.
And be me.
Who am I?
Deadwood Forest. The place where dreams come true and nightmares are reality. A place where legends are born and legends are killed, where legends live, and where legends die. It is home to the legends, housing for them, but yet it is their worst enemy, destroying them, taunting them, harrasing them, obliterating them. A world of worlds where none survive but none live there to begin with. A place where the voices of souls cry out, their vioces echo through the trees, through the leaves, their pain echoes, loud, monotonous, resonating, but completely unheard. Screams in vain, l
Drifting about from word to word the ink starts to seep into my skin, filling every pore, making me the words. Making the words me. So I drift, thinking, writing, typing, existing, yet still void, empty, and gone. I walk that brink between real and fake, between one's reality and my own. I walk between up and down, between red and blue, between life and death, between day and night, between existent and nonexistent. I walk between everything, in that little hole, the crack in reality, that little tear in the fabric of time and space.
Walking there I began to wonder who I am, and I fell to the realization that I walked out of me, and now