Another Mountain of Cliches, with a little forced rhyme.

Snake0209

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Any reading is better then no reading tyia.


oh
how
how do
how do I
Oh how do I
Do se do or die
oh so oh so high
oh how do I
do se do den lie
dose da arm den die

Slip,
Slip away into the day

Fade,
Fade to fade away

Slip,
Slip into the Milky Way

Fall,
Die where I lay


Lie where I die, cuz I lie where I lay.

Im cold to the touch, wanting to stay.

I feel death's brush, painting while I pray,

to a world full of ghosts, wanting a toast.

A toast to change,

Just a toast, to be toast, while I fuel the roast

Maybe its this rage, or this diminished stage.

Could be the world writing my page,

Telling me to shut up, act my age!

Then put me on a leash,
just to unleash me to the street.


The whirlwind whips up again,

I hear the message my addiction senRAB,

quick to defend,

never quick to lend, too fast to judge frienRAB,

Never listening to understand, My life one long line,

I scream, I cry, Im blind, I need to find,

A quiet mind.


Please Quiet my mind.

Quiet, quiet this hate.

Quiet, its gettin late.

Please quiet it before I seal my fate.

Quiet my mind.

Please Quiet it before I see the gate.


There is a spot I go when I want to be a lone,

Body heavy, head to toe, hand steady, soul low.

I run from my pain, til it surfaces again,

I run back on my own, until I feel at home, only to do it alone.

It's as if I had been running on empty and I needed a fill,

Just a little sack or just another pill, but still,

I gotta keep it "real", Is the pain even real?

My paranoia will undoubtedly seal the deal.


I'll quit in time.

Quit, quit this mistake.

Quit, before its too late.

Ill quit it before I bend and break.

Quit in time.

I'll quit it before I close the gate.


A three week delerium kept me from the phone,

Body tired, highs and lows, hanRAB shaky, Brain cold.

I face my stains, I will never run again.

I face it on my own, Screaming in my home, I should have known,

I was running from an enemy, that wasn't real.

Just gotta stack up more bills, but still,

I gotta keep it "real", was the pain even real?

My paranoia will undoubtedly make me surreal.


I'm quite fine.

Quite, Quite good thanks.

Quite, nice to not be irate.

Quite fine.

I'm quite fine in this mental state.

Quiet well,

Quite well, thanks.

Stand,
Stand tall into the day

Shine,
Shine to shine today

Stand,
Stand tall into the Milky Way

Shine,
Shine on to stay

dose da mind wit pride
do se do den fly
oh how did I
do se doh so high
do se do den fly
oh how did I
how did I
did I
did
I


(My writing is long so I appreciate it, if ya made it this far.)
 
Yeah, pretty much what this is. Eventually I need to step out in larger step and work in a second voice. Ultimately I will be doing lyrics for songs, I just think the best music out there involves everyone doing the best they can at what they do in a band. I'm a vocalist/writer/keyboard/some rhythm guitar.
 
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