Dying thoughts 7-17
Dying thought away, but live every day can't this song in my head live but die let it be my epitaph. So cold I see the mooring sky, the evening sun, memories forgotten, pain remembered let it die, no let it live. Sunny nights, dark days, the rage, the pain, what drives it. I can feel the build up of the tears in my eyes, the fathom of fly s, the nothing of nobody, the something of somebody, the darkness, the light, the moon, the stars, so far like dreams unfulfilled, unspoken, these are the dreams, hopes, the pain, the suffering. Tears of love, hate, tears of dreams that die. Tears of tears, of pain, joy, suffering, happiness, sadness, life, death, the rage within that can not be controlled. The something the nothing the everything. I can not take the rage. It poisons the heart and soul filled with the dreams it kills and makes and kills again making you live off it's on pain and it eats your dream just like a garbage machine.
Copyright© 2005 by Jeffrey Smith
