Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The letters that shake me
I am digging a ditch to bury all the hope in my heart.
What use is it for me when it has gotten me nothing but
A broken down heart and mangled emotions?
I let my fingers shake from exhaustion,
Writing these letters shakes me, but a sound sob
Escapes from my throat and rattles the walls.
What am I doing?
Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when it's forever.
I used to pray, I used to wish, I used to believe...
And now, all I do is stare into space and hope the cosmos
Can stitch me back together.
I've been running from sharp edges and forgotten memories,
Until the day I encountered both.
I spend the evening plotting, planning, figuring it all out.
When I was younger, it was more plausible to escape
From all the frustration; a lie can take you more places than the truth.
When I see all this ugly chasing me,
I purposely fall and let it consume me.
What else can I do?
The past has caught up and now
It wants to drag me back to hell.
And I might let it take me to the river of fire, just so that
I may feel something new for a change.
As I dig this hole, to place all this rotten hope,
I can't help but get lost in remorse and
Wonder who I'm really digging this grave for.
10-2-11
What use is it for me when it has gotten me nothing but
A broken down heart and mangled emotions?
I let my fingers shake from exhaustion,
Writing these letters shakes me, but a sound sob
Escapes from my throat and rattles the walls.
What am I doing?
Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when it's forever.
I used to pray, I used to wish, I used to believe...
And now, all I do is stare into space and hope the cosmos
Can stitch me back together.
I've been running from sharp edges and forgotten memories,
Until the day I encountered both.
I spend the evening plotting, planning, figuring it all out.
When I was younger, it was more plausible to escape
From all the frustration; a lie can take you more places than the truth.
When I see all this ugly chasing me,
I purposely fall and let it consume me.
What else can I do?
The past has caught up and now
It wants to drag me back to hell.
And I might let it take me to the river of fire, just so that
I may feel something new for a change.
As I dig this hole, to place all this rotten hope,
I can't help but get lost in remorse and
Wonder who I'm really digging this grave for.
10-2-11
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The letters that shake me
The letters that shake me
