Who hit replay
Shut it off
No not today
Life can be rough
Enough is enough
The past is passed
so why must it last
This loop in my head
I constantly dread
Who hit replay
Shut it off
No not today
Life can be rough
Enough is enough
PTSD is not for me
PTSD must cease to be
Got to get it out of my head
These thoughts that I have come to dread
keep playing over inside my head
Who hit replay
Shut it off
No not today
Life can be rough
Enough is enough
Tear my skin apart
Let me feel your desire
Open wounds of passion
Set my soul on fire
Passionate licks
trail down my neck
Kissing so hard
I'm under attack.
Don't hold back
I'm not finished with you yet.
Rip off my clothes,
Make me later regret.
Touch me possessively
Seduce my skin
Let me be yours
Just let me in.
Hold my wrists to the bed
Make me anticipate
A battle has begun
Destruction: Let's create
Manipulate my body
Grind in generous submission
Control my desire
Send me back to remission.
Skin begging to be caressed
You make me beg for release
Whispering in my ear
Oh, please. Please. Please.
Moving across the bed
Seductive bodies dancing
A rhythm so sly and evil
It's nearly romancing.
Finish the job, dear.
My skin only craves you
Let me know you want me
Please, baby, say you do.
Creshendo then silence
Anticipation for the night
Will this be the last time
Or will we be alright?
What can you call this
Something so pure but taint
So thick with obscurity
Muddled down with old paint.
Hiding the flaws in the walls
Sex cannot fix our quandary
So shall we try again?
Wash away the inquiry.
We have nothing left
Love replaced by lust
Our love has failed us
Dead to become dust.
I walk endless an road
locked into a heavy load
Of these questions and fears
Gripping from it's unreasonable tears
As a car roars by
I look dead into it's light
Wondering where it leads
But just like that it's gone
just like another day
As I wake up to the sun's harsh light
I try not to look back
As I attempt to fill this crack
Of this hurt and wonder
Unstoppable, a storm of rain and thunder
As a car roars by
I look dead into it's light
Wondering where it leads
But just like that it's gone
just like another night
As I stay up to the moon's hypnotic might
I feel like every single thing is like a mind game, played and laid out for me
I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see
What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?
Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?
I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon
What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong
and now there is blood all over my hand
But I have no idea why, I just don't understand
This is a complication called the human mind
Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind
To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame
For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame
Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose
It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.
So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor
I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door
And you can echo your goodbyes
as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..
What if I wasn't like you?
And I was just me, and Myself was true?
And if you did bad would it mean I would too?
Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?
Would I be subject to your evil?
Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?
What if I am good in spirit,
And you might just rather not hear it
And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?
Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?
Decisions left to baseless comparison
Myself gone from me, and origin
She tells me so, I'm just like him and her
Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?
Bring my poison, she admits me to it
Determines me as someone else and then she sits
Then, who am I?
A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?
Why do infants die before they are born?
Why do spouses break vows that they have sworn?
Why do small kids stay hungry with nothing to eat?
Why are people to poor to stand on their feet?
Why are so many homeless on the cold hard street?
Why do children and wives, get abused and beat?
Why do young girls get pregnant but the dad's don't care?
Why do children get snatched up to God knows where?
Why do young men join gangs and start selling drugs?
Why do hospitals stop caring and just pull the plug?
Why do people say they love you when its all a lie?
Why do loved ones die before saying goodbye?
Why won't anyone point me in the right direction?
And why won't anybody... just anybody... answer my questions?
No Problems
When things just aren't going right
And you think your life's a mess
You just can't find the answers
So you try and take a guess
Just stop and look around
And you are bound to see
Things aren't really all that bad
As they may seem to be.
When you compare your problems
To what is really real
You'll see that your big problems
Are really no big deal.
When there's no food to eat
No roof above your head
No cloths upon your back
No place to call your bed
No one to call a "Buddy"
No one that you call "Dear"
Nobody you can talk with
No one to lend a ear.
No place that you call home
No heat to keep you warm
No walls to keep you safe
No shelter from from the storm.
But worst than all your problems
That you are thing of
The greatest one of all
Is being without love.
No one to ever hold you
Or comfort you at night
Nobody to embrace you
To make you feel alright.
No one to say "I love you"
No sister or a brother
Not knowing who's your Father
Not knowing who's your Mother.
Now these are real big problems
Which make your problems small
And unless you have these problems
Then you really
Have
None
At
All.
Anger destroys a person.
Anger doesn’t care
Anger hurts.
Anger is selfish.
Anger is pompous.
Anger kills love.
Anger is like a volcano’s wrath.
Anger is like a demon trying to get out of prison.
It’s never easy to conquer anger.
It’s never easy to make peace in the throng of anger.
Peace is the power to stay calm in times of anger.
Lucky is the man who have peace
In the midst of conflict, problems, chaos and troubles.
Lucky is the man who find peace
In this troubled world.
The pain, the anger, the suffering
The running, the hiding, the escape
Every day I try to find a new way
A way to dull the pain
Drugs alcohol that’s all I will do
I don’t cut myself
Neither should you
What I’m doing is wrong
But I need it to be right
Now I’ve been clean for 72 hours
And these are the hardest days of my life
Constantly thinking of what I can do
To just get away, just find a new escape
Now that I can think I hate myself even more
Are drugs the answer
No
And people told me before
You will get addicted, addicted to drugs
I said no and I still believe that to be true
I’m not addicted I would say
Then I thought about it one day
It’s not the drugs, not the alcohol and not the parties
I’m addicted to escape