TomorrowTomorrowTomorrow
They say in time all things must pass That our future is cast tomorrow I realize that tomorrow may never come So today I'm filled with sorrow
Emotions play like reruns
As memories fill my dreams Just like some all night cinema playing my favorite scenes
I love the part when the hero dies With all life's answers in his hands And they scatter in the wind,
leaving us yearning to understand
Tomorrow I'll write the ending And present you with all your dreams Tomorrow you'll have the answers Life no longer as hard a
The UnforgivingThe UnforgivingThe Unforgiving
Reach out your blood stained hand
Your tears racing to the ground
Its your fear that sheds the light
On this reality you have found
Hatred not only fuels the fire
But these demons inside you churning
Its your dedication to selfish pride
That chains you to this burden
Soon you'll find it'll be too late
Your illusion couldn't be more real
There will be no one left to blame
No one left to take the pain you deal
Until She CriesUntil She CriesUntil She Cries
She laughs until she cries
She lives until she dies
She catches my rainbow , she refuses to let go,
Can't seem to shake the blues
Can't walk a mile in those shoes But she smiles a little smile
And she whistles all the while,
And I can't, no I can't shake her too
Every day theres a funeral pyre
And every day we toast the fire, Running up onto the ledge, Even in death she keeps her edge, And no one cares, They don't even stare So she smiles a little smile
Whistling all the while, And I toast, Yea I toast the fire
I Like ItI Like ItI Like It
I like it best when I fade into the darkness: I can't help but to feel just so at home. I like it best when it's not for real For then when it's over we can all go home. ~ I like it most of all when the sun is late to rise; I can't help to feel that maybe it might have died. I like it most at times when the stars just fade away, Kinda like the tears I never wanted to cry.
Of verse and rhymeOf verse and rhyme, I take no bow the crowds don't gather musing how How I came to pen my last ingenius, stirring epitaphOf verse and rhyme
Because I lay not in the ground verses rumble all around I quibble with a line or two watching genius breaking through
Through the boundries of my soul bursting through that narrow hole where verse meets paper just in time for one last thoughtful, cherished rhyme.
Stirring words just seem to flow are they bursting from my soul I know not how they came to be or of this form of lunacy
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