Swill_Merchant
03-11-2007, 10:48 PM
I wish I could show you the comfort of my insanity, in which it be dispersed accordingly across the nation of driven hope. Seeing my reflection and peeling my anger to come down to another day of my monotonous anxiety that floats across my head and retrieves my soul to breed another generation in which type-casting lifestyles are a norm. I wish I could show my love in a unconformed way so you know I mean it, so you know the effort I put into it everyday. But you can't understand that, and in time my mind will accept that. Another grazing field of bountiful harvests of hope torn apart by wrath and smite.
Unfortunate I am to keep my willing head upon your shoulder to be torn down and thrown down. Battered and bruised from the neck down, really hurting from my shoulders to the ground. Chin up and chest out to show confidence instead of shame. The fact that you creep into most of my thoughts, the fact that an onslaught of passions and desire keep me from listening to my brain, the logical one, the one that takes a back seat in my annoying quest of self gratificating relations.
I keep trying and plugging away to wake up each moring to a brand new day. The sun is shing and no clouds in the sky, i'll lace up my sneakers and go for a ride. I am with my own thoughts most of the day, so anyways, I thought that you'd be able, if possible, to understand me. Even if you turn your back to my love, kick down my dignity and destroy my thoughts; you'll always have a shoulder to cry on and knee to kneel. I wish you could understand my gibberish and whats worse, everything I say has lost meaning and slipped into sub-verse.
Unfortunate I am to keep my willing head upon your shoulder to be torn down and thrown down. Battered and bruised from the neck down, really hurting from my shoulders to the ground. Chin up and chest out to show confidence instead of shame. The fact that you creep into most of my thoughts, the fact that an onslaught of passions and desire keep me from listening to my brain, the logical one, the one that takes a back seat in my annoying quest of self gratificating relations.
I keep trying and plugging away to wake up each moring to a brand new day. The sun is shing and no clouds in the sky, i'll lace up my sneakers and go for a ride. I am with my own thoughts most of the day, so anyways, I thought that you'd be able, if possible, to understand me. Even if you turn your back to my love, kick down my dignity and destroy my thoughts; you'll always have a shoulder to cry on and knee to kneel. I wish you could understand my gibberish and whats worse, everything I say has lost meaning and slipped into sub-verse.