Char Luz Monage
12-30-2006, 06:01 PM
Hahahaa.. I wrote this when I was like... 14:rolleyes:
I drew a girl once on a wrinkled canvas
On a night when there was no moon
Broken, lonely, and smiled sadness
Gave wake to her pain within
Sprung from a mind of darkness
The void in the back of my brain
The chaos on the inside
Was given color on the page
Staring at my paper, pencil in my hand
Hypnotized, one with the voices inside
Lost in this world for so very long
Then I stop...who is this girl I've drawn?
Looked back to a forgotten past
Lost in the thoughts that raced back
Eyes opened and tears ran free
Then I knew, that girl I drew
Was me
Pieces fall apart
In this portrait of my broken heart
Hours from then, I drowned in the tears
Begat from memories repressed for years
The rain magnified the wind's terrorous howl
I was greeted by a voice "It'll all be over now"
Overcoming darkness, the stillness of the night
Nothing to be said of my tormented plight
The sun comes up and the wind dies down
Light creeps across the floor, shines upon the soul that's found its solace
A paper lies crumpled on the floor
Two pictures of one girl adorn its wrinkled face
The first, depicted miserable and wretched
Maps out the fate of the second
The girl lies on the ground, and in her eyes
You can see the peace she's found inside
Limp and lifeless, knife stabbed through her heart
A true case of life imitating art
A forgotten past given way to an extinguished future
The present, a time that stands still
They look at the picture and I know what they see
A broken, pathetic picture of me
Pieces have fallen apart
In this portrait of my broken heart
I drew a girl once on a wrinkled canvas
On a night when there was no moon
Broken, lonely, and smiled sadness
Gave wake to her pain within
Sprung from a mind of darkness
The void in the back of my brain
The chaos on the inside
Was given color on the page
Staring at my paper, pencil in my hand
Hypnotized, one with the voices inside
Lost in this world for so very long
Then I stop...who is this girl I've drawn?
Looked back to a forgotten past
Lost in the thoughts that raced back
Eyes opened and tears ran free
Then I knew, that girl I drew
Was me
Pieces fall apart
In this portrait of my broken heart
Hours from then, I drowned in the tears
Begat from memories repressed for years
The rain magnified the wind's terrorous howl
I was greeted by a voice "It'll all be over now"
Overcoming darkness, the stillness of the night
Nothing to be said of my tormented plight
The sun comes up and the wind dies down
Light creeps across the floor, shines upon the soul that's found its solace
A paper lies crumpled on the floor
Two pictures of one girl adorn its wrinkled face
The first, depicted miserable and wretched
Maps out the fate of the second
The girl lies on the ground, and in her eyes
You can see the peace she's found inside
Limp and lifeless, knife stabbed through her heart
A true case of life imitating art
A forgotten past given way to an extinguished future
The present, a time that stands still
They look at the picture and I know what they see
A broken, pathetic picture of me
Pieces have fallen apart
In this portrait of my broken heart