All Else Failed
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(I KNOW THE THREAD TITLE IS SPELLED WRONG. I missed the Y button while typing "they".)
What have you done? Have you lived life or have you lived disgrace? Swallow your pills; drown out your day only to wake up in stranger's beds not knowing what direction home is. Does his hand caress or does it choke? Do her lips kiss or do they burn?
If beggars can’t be choosers then I have no choice in begging you to stop.
We’re miles away
Worlds apart
It all seems like it all happened a year ago but the taste still lingers.
Walking down the streets of contempt, you are greedy for the stares of rapists. You are longing for embraces that will never let go until you lose the color in your face. You seek your end. You seek a relationship with uncertainty and crushing depression. But who could blame you....that is all you ever knew.
Was all of this a year ago, or yesterday? I can’t tell since I gave up telling time because nothing that is made with human hands is worth waiting for it seems.
The young lust for what is forbidden to them. And the wolves of perversion are waiting with open arms to rip innocents away from them like the sun tears away the darkness. And I have seen this, with clenched fists and a mouth that can only ask "why"? Why do we let you grow so fast and up into your death? It is not time that fades them, but the apathy for our future.
All of that was a year ago and we miss you.
But who can blame them.....it's all they ever knew.
What have you done? Have you lived life or have you lived disgrace? Swallow your pills; drown out your day only to wake up in stranger's beds not knowing what direction home is. Does his hand caress or does it choke? Do her lips kiss or do they burn?
If beggars can’t be choosers then I have no choice in begging you to stop.
We’re miles away
Worlds apart
It all seems like it all happened a year ago but the taste still lingers.
Walking down the streets of contempt, you are greedy for the stares of rapists. You are longing for embraces that will never let go until you lose the color in your face. You seek your end. You seek a relationship with uncertainty and crushing depression. But who could blame you....that is all you ever knew.
Was all of this a year ago, or yesterday? I can’t tell since I gave up telling time because nothing that is made with human hands is worth waiting for it seems.
The young lust for what is forbidden to them. And the wolves of perversion are waiting with open arms to rip innocents away from them like the sun tears away the darkness. And I have seen this, with clenched fists and a mouth that can only ask "why"? Why do we let you grow so fast and up into your death? It is not time that fades them, but the apathy for our future.
All of that was a year ago and we miss you.
But who can blame them.....it's all they ever knew.
