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Hoping The Sun Doesn't RiseThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Monday, 18 August 2008 | |
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Hoping The Sun Doesn't Rise
Reality, it has fallen out of my hands This world, gives birth to lies it will never understand
When change confronts me, I always shield my face Because of you, I have managed to lose my place
Abused and sore, I remain broken hearted My clarity it seems I have discarded
All that time I spent with you was in vain Even now you're still a ****, you haven't changed
Still playing the same tiring games Selling your broken in body to ease your fabricated pain
I'm wondering if the sex makes you feel like you're home and safe Where daddy is there once again healing the cuts that you make
But I guess it's too late, we all lose our ways Forever you will be ****** again and again in your cage
But you aren't even the problem anymore It's all this hurt that has washed ashore
I don't know just what to do with all the torment I hold I always receive nothing, but always do what I'm told
And is this as good as it gets, Living this life with so many regrets
But I will hope for the sun not to rise I'm hoping to clean the blood from out my eyes
The beautiful stars will burn out and fade away Angels will descend to wrap me in their arms, full of decay
And no longer will I have to tolerate, Every ghost that brings fear will evaporate Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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