Beth Holland
New member
*The coldness of a buzzard:*
The rivers are deep
The oceans are deeper
Both cold
But the world is colder
Bringing everyone down
Claiming new victims
Day by day
Suffocating us all*
Smothering with what we have left
Soon it will all go down
As we watch are walls go up
Unfamiliar with your strange new ways
Trying to stay safe
You lock yourself up*
Up so noone could have a way to bring you down
But still they do*
The bazzards atacking*
Hitting us all
Pulling limb by limb
Taking chuncks as they go
The pain Is cruel*
The pain is harsh
You wonder how?
How could someone be so insane
So uncarring
As you decide That you can't take this any longer
Don't want the suffering of slowly losing your self
You grab your knife from your small pocket
Cutting off the bazzards claws
Your out of that death grip*
But now your falling
Falling free
You feel at peace
For you know*this will be the end of suffering*
*
The rivers are deep
The oceans are deeper
Both cold
But the world is colder
Bringing everyone down
Claiming new victims
Day by day
Suffocating us all*
Smothering with what we have left
Soon it will all go down
As we watch are walls go up
Unfamiliar with your strange new ways
Trying to stay safe
You lock yourself up*
Up so noone could have a way to bring you down
But still they do*
The bazzards atacking*
Hitting us all
Pulling limb by limb
Taking chuncks as they go
The pain Is cruel*
The pain is harsh
You wonder how?
How could someone be so insane
So uncarring
As you decide That you can't take this any longer
Don't want the suffering of slowly losing your self
You grab your knife from your small pocket
Cutting off the bazzards claws
Your out of that death grip*
But now your falling
Falling free
You feel at peace
For you know*this will be the end of suffering*
*