I'm looking across the water, ripples in the glass. I might pass if it means I see you again, and the beautiful face you possess. It's hanging down, leaning towards the ground, I took a little bit of his depression to keep it to myself. But I would gladly give it back if he were to ask. I have drawn out his spirit, felt and seen his very soul, he just doesn't know he has it so he mopes. Intune yourself to yourself and happily you'll turn around the difficulty you face. I have felt the mace, and everysingle sting, everysingle time you bring your hate I stand strong, and my love grows, wilst I sing a song.
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Doubt me, and yet I keep coming back, even though he doubles the attack, you can hurt me and bring me down, but we are bound, in fate and in destiny.
I walk the path; dead around, all of them are dragging me down. I struggle to lift myself up so I can cast myself down. So I can fall further than anyone, even the reaper, and ask him to meet me. Ask death to great me, so I will embrace everything and everyone, noone and nothing. Watch me contradict myself, watch me contradict you. You never knew. You don't know me very well, and I feel you never will.
I love him when love is painful, when the one you love will never love you back. I feel like I am always being attacked. Why can't he end the pain for me?, Why can't I go numb? Is the bit of depression I took from him making me feel this way?, Or is my depression coming back? I take it is, tis he doesn't understand me, get me, or know me, empathy and sympathy he truly lacks.
Adi mo' kurosai adichkana.
Do you ever dream to jump from the cliff or ascend the skies? Everytime time I see him (when all is not well) I want to cry. I really do wish for the hydrogen tide to flow, streaming down my face, flowing past my lips. But hardly they ever go. I know not the answers to my problems, but the answers he may provide are not good enough. Why do I provide a great contradiction? Water is so. All this has ever brung is pain, he heeds no gain. And he doesn't know it is so. Why not tell him? For I am struck by a psychological fear, intuitively accompanied by love.
He cuts himself quite often, all the time, he bleeds strange symbols but he can't rhyme, he can't go to heaven or hell, but he can't tell, his heart died inside, watch his chakra fry, he's bound in earth, frightning heaven and hearth. He shouldn't give birth to his angel child, he can never incarnate, reincarnate or stay well, watch his aura swell and fade away as it rots. Gnosis he strives for, enlightenment he dives for, but all he ever finds is a hearse.
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wateryami
03:34 Dec 08 2012
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