Tell me what it's like to not feel the pain
Of having to restrain from your brain
All of the flaming, maiming, decapitating
Self-extermination
That replays every moment I see you
Or think of what could've been, should've been,
Would've been better if I was better
If I had a motive for me as a person to learn and
Earn and turn a corner to warn my past
Self of what will happen and make Zack
Get mapping a future, with a culture
Past folding her vultures of singular colors
Mundane folders in holders teathered to my thoughts
Weighing me down, keeping me from flying no matter
How much I'll be trying.
Tell me what it's like to not feel pain 'cause
I've been looking for fame in your eyes for
Months now and all I see is a disguise you show everyone
I'm blind, I can't find what I want to be or do
Tell me what it's like for you to be on loves wings
Dove's wings, white wings that take you higher with
No regard for the weight of vultures beneath you
I bequeath to you the knowlege of long falling tears
Rusting the gears of my life, halting my stride
Making me seem un-alive, taking bribes, breaking ties,
Creating a lie, saying I'll fly like a dove above
Hiding a love so little gotten, shoving my happiness aside
To collide with my papers on top of me, a thought of
Me happy is just hilarity, I need some clairaty
Tell me what it's like to not feel pain
Tell me what it's like to not feel pain
To feel her, touch her, lover her as she loves you,
Tell me what it's like to truely feel loved
Not from a god above, but a mate at eye
Level forever and ever can you tell me what it's like
To never feel like that, like you'll be eye level with god
From internal bleeding of a never mended heart when
You found out it could never be and pulled the
Lever of your home made, life size hangman you
Made cram your waste and faced uncertainty of who you are
Then try to justify with a flat out lie as you
Cry in your bed in dread wishing you'd been fed
What you love so dear and close to your heart yet
Tears you appart from the inside to the art-side
To the bed side praying for a savior to save your ass
When you can't do it yourself but realizing
That he aint coming for you, he's coming for your blood
He's gotta clean out the mud in your heart
First before he can save ya, embrace ya in his
Arms when you go up there to decide what little
Good you did, rid you of your waste and baste you Eternally in shame that came from your actions
On this earth the mirth you felt when you gave
Birth to something unkept, unknown, and
un-named except
By the demon inside you that guides you blindly to
The same lane you were in before
Tell me... What is it like to not feel pain? |
Submission Name: Super Human
