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Thursday, October 18, 2012

So Dark Is The River




Tell me you are something,
I can whisper my sweet nothings, 
in the pit of the ear of my love.
So I can tell you all the things that I love.
Like my dreams, my sorrow and the sun.

Speaking bout my sorrow
I am waiting for the morrow, 
bringing me all the gifts from the sea.
Let the poets slowly cry till they sleep
Let the villains simply prey on the weak.

You cannot ever stand in my way.
You know I want this,
but I needed some sleep.
I wish I'd feel greater,
but now I am so weak. 
Tonight I feel like, 
I'm on top of the world.
If I had a miss, 
how would she feel?
She would be my sweetie,
it feels so damn real.

Situations now are getting fragile and thin,
I have a bullet now,
it lies right under my skin.
Can you hear this message?
I know that you are there.
This sound drives me insane,
tell me life is not fair.

I can hear this screaming,
as I'm trapped in four wall. 
I try to be a savior,
even though I am wrong.
I know that you can hear this, 
though its simply a thought.
I tried to clean the wreckage
but it's all that I got. 

The light of my life,
can be wrote our into song. 
Can you take out the knife?
Tell me that nothing is wrong. 
She will mend all our hearts,
wrap me in her two white wings. 
She can sing me to sleep,
as she moves me away. 

So dark is the river,
that holds our hearts,
the river that plays, 
all our hearts strings to the tune.
So I am not lost in this room,
tomorrow will be too soon. 

I try to stand and speak easy,
while I have the attention of the city,
Even though I know it's not right. 
As the poets slowly cry till they sleep.
Letting all the villains prey on the weak.

You cannot ever stand in my way.
You know I want this,
but I needed some sleep.
I wish I'd feel greater,
but now I am so weak. 
Tonight I feel like, 
I'm on top of the world.
If I had a miss, 
how would she feel?
She would be my sweetie,
it feels so damn real.














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