Whats the purpose of this Slaugter,
open range, open wound.
I know that theres a meening,
to my thoughts, in my gloom.
Is there anything beyond this,
in my mind, i should see.
All the trouble that i'm causing,
This wont end, you and me.
There used to be no feelings,
in the words i would write.
At first in the begining,
I would try not to fight.
But it seems its getting easier,
To let go of how i feel.
With everyday beyond us,
everything becomes more real.
Im sitting here in silence,
as i swore i never would.
Questioning my own ability,
asking if i ever could.
Do you understand the real me,
is my point to you made clear.
If i could start again and change this,
I would take away our fear.
Copyright - Shane Finney 2008
I wrote this AGES ago and just found it again. Man i used to write some good shit. Tell me your thoughts.
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