No More God
-by me
what do we have here?
a satanist in our mists?
lets skin and kill it,
lets bend its body in unhuman twists.
twists?
twists like the end of a nott?
we're hid the body in the back,
watching as it rotts.
rotts?
rotts like a firefly in the night?
i can see you now, running away,
running away from fright.
fright?
well what scares you so?
the thoughts of your parents,
being burried in the snow.
snow?
so white and clear you mean?
so beautiful so cold,
so wonderful when blooded clean.
clean?
clean as my dreams?
listen hear and your hear them,
hear my bloody screams.
screams?
screams that fill my dreams of doom?
causing cops to come,
and look for the bodie in my room.
room?
room in where?
where the bodies hide,
way deep under there.
i killed you im so sorry.
but how good it feels to take your last breath.
to yet give life,
and yet be death.
Silent Scream
this is for my ex Graham. i write this when he finally started to tell me how dead he felt inside..
another day passes him by,
as another person he loves begins to die.
the elders look at him and call him a child,
while he looks at them and call them the ancients.
they have seen death and looked it in the eye,
and yet they are still alive.
another day passes the man looking out the door,
waiting for life to give him more.
he waits for the woman in black to come and save his life,
for she is the one thing he loves, she is his whole life.
as he sits by the window and remembers the good days,
the way he used to be happy but now lives his life gray.
watching black and white movies through the sun sets passed,
catching the black clouds with the shadows that they cast.
he is alone in this world of wonder,
his soul dies and screams for hunger.
and as the night moves on his love is dead,
because she shot herself in the head.
he curses god for doing these things to him all while,
and even he calls him self a child.
thats what he is for he is only fourteen,
and already wants to end his life of misery.
but he lives on each day pretending to be okay,
while his life has turned a pale gray.
he is a god, a god of sorrow,
his only point of living is tomorrow.
but he is a god through my eyes,
and i can only wish i never see him cry.
his life may be gray and colored in smoke,
his life may be growing and causing him to choke.
but he is a god through my eyes,
and i only wish he wasnt so dead inside.