Mindless Rantings

Written straight from my tragedy...these empty forgotten words,
green and blue like the ocean, my tears spill out onto paper,
I haven't done it in so long, but the blade calls me,
I sleep and dream of bleeding and fight to win another day in my battle,
following me are the things that I never let go, things i pushed aside,
I don't feel anymore, all I know is goodbye,
don't follow through, trapped in a game, lost in a forest and screaming your name,
you are fighting for perfect but okay will do for me, because I am losing a battle that could end up killing me,
written straight from my heart a tragedy of kinds, a broken moment, ONE SORRY MOMENT IN TIME,
I beg for redemption at the edge of this cliff, where good verses evil is all I can give,
screaming for mercy hasn't worked all this time, so where am i supposed to run now and hide?
You leave me alone here to lay in my grief Ive got wings broken from faeries lying at my feet,
hushed under this blanket, monsters ahead, cry yourself to sleep child, there will be peace when your dead...
selling your soul for dollars and cents because the world offers nothing that money cant get,
blood on this blade unknown where its been, you cut yourself anyways, to feel once again....
you think I am WRITING too DARK, SCREAMING too LOUD, HURTING too much, and BREATHING it OUT...
if its true and he's listening then send me a sign, I cant write it off, I can't lose what's not mine,
hush in this silence and let it escape, the beast in your memory will find you and rape you, of all of your happiness and all of your voice, leaving you to die without any other choice,
search in the dark for some good in the night, nothing is left but this hideous plight, rock me to sleep, baby of mine, within that black silk coffin, i cry one more time,
I never asked to live, I ask to die, and here I am still breathing, nothing left inside,
keep telling me I'm chubby that will do me in, ill puke until I'm gone, thin enough isn't thin,
I am stuck in a corner, my brain is asleep, I am breathing, unmoving, is this even me?
a mask to hide my emptiness, to hide inside, to disappear, and then escapes reluctantly my one last solemn tear..