February 8th, 2009 by brandon
When horrible meets longing
their closeness is oddly enticing
even though their dance looks quite absurd.
They take my hand
and try to make me dance
to a song that is unheardI twist and shout
please let me out
but their grip is ever so tight.
I bite, I claw
I rip, I gnaw
yet I underestimate their might.
I know this song
will soon wear me down
if I can’t unleash my sight.
They smile, I curse
they laugh, I’m worse
as they feast amongst my plight.
They tear me down
deep beneath the ground
few can understand
they rip and tear
I fall under their wear
my mer wish is but a hand.
but as I feared I’d see
no one has come for me
my grasp is filed with air
and as I watch it flow
as I watch it go
I’m left with nothing but despair
as they tear into me
as they chew whats left to be
I’m being slowly eaten away
but all that I can see,
my eyes full of glee,
is the end of a today.
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
I have lived more lives than some.
I have accomplished so much in my time.
That there are enough stories of me and what that I have done.
That people are excited just to meet me from and can’t help but express.
I have helped so many people.
Made so many smiles.
built so many bridges.
Walked so many miles.
I have done more in my short life than others in their long.
I have been given so many treasures.
been placed a King among pawns.and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
I have achieved the highest education.
I have made the best of times.
I have visited other countries.
I have learned far and wide.
I have created another smile.
I have walked another mile.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
I have sacrificed everything to make a change that is good.
Sacrificed everything and was rarely understood.
I had built myself up as a leader.
To pave the way unseen.
I’ve made a small fortune
Just to give it to those in need.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
of all the luck I’ve lived by.
of all the legs I’ve had
to find myself standing
on my last one however sad.
if this is how it all ends.
if I am to bid adieu.
know my greatest treasure in all my life
is the time I spent with you.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
I’ve been through some of my lowest lows.
While in my mind I can’t stop thinking of the hand I used to hold.
I know full well all of the pain I had caused you
My mind had me convinced to see the vision through.
A patch, a stitch, an entire new mental mapping here
In my hand practicing the path to adhere
I lick it, I stick it, and wait for me to heal.
Waiting and hoping for the time for us to feel.
Truth be told I never saw this coming.
That the anger from the holes I poked would leave us with nothing.
So I push and I prod and destroy things with my bullshit
broken to pieces laying here hoping you would say it
Even when I have the best intention
I can’t seem to help but leave the worst impression.
I spent too much time trying to be right for you
that I blew bigger holes in the things that we’ve been through.
I revel in my thoughts, desires, my wises to come true
of a life together spent with me, Kale, and you.
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
I get up around sometime AM
and take care of the morning things that I attend.
With a smile I look forwards to the day
thats before the demons come out to play.
They run through my mind with an explosion of emotions
I fight and struggle to silence their wicked notions.
I twist and I turn all the while I cannot help but yearn.
Until a word from from my madamsal returns.
To say it simply I’ve never known better.
A soul to grasp mine and help through the storm I weather.
The only question I that I hope to maintain.
Is when the storm settles where will I find my remains
within the angels grasp
or the demons clasps?
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