incubus

lotism
2003-07-28 08:57:50 (UTC)

sick of perfect

walking along the edge of a lake
dragging his chucks along border lines of sake
his eyes like red crystals he carries with him a pistol
each bullet in the chamber for the times he tried
each squeeze for every time that he cried
hold it close to him like he’d hold his girlfriend
out of reach of the hands that his parents send
against the monsters his words would bend
beginning of his life and he’s already met the end
ready to descend to the center of hell again
out of the shell comes the dreams that he reached for
each one of them he never preached for
and still his blood covered this peach floor
the wings on his back was for the masterpiece
who knew that the wings would end up in pieces
little feathers dancing over his species
halo wrapped around his throat
wearing his glory like a coat
he cried a silent ocean
he yelled out for a little portion
held the hand of simplicity
only asked for invisibility you see
so no one could see that he really was just little kid
always searching for the memories he never hid
being an outcast is all that he cared for
take his chances anywhere that he dared for
he was a step among the rest
but who knew he’d put two in his chest
saved his head for the thoughts and emotion
laughed at the empty years of devotion
wondered what it’s like to see the sky before he dies
blue on his mind he’s frantic to go find
the tragic tears he tries to shine
he knew he was dying
he knew he was dead
he knew that the wings on his back were red
but all he wanted was a few simple reasons
a few simple answer for your hearts treason
before he laid himself down to the grass
he left a sugar coated smile that could shatter glass
didn’t think a second of his past
and to the present that he did pass
only about the future and the reason for this test
see if he was brave enough then the rest
severed the heart beating in his chest
said he’d have heart full of led
a trigger in his head
a sight for an evening that only lay in his bed
the dreams of rain washing all that he bled
that heaven would have a show for today
he would put on an event that could kill even a pray
it’d make the wings on his back run away
that would make the halo on his head cry sheep
and trees all around question how deep
he felt he was a stain
felt he was a curse
with himself gone he couldn’t have felt any worse
his heart is bleeding
and theres no other way
all he asks is for someone else to play




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