[Morbid Thought] [Goodbye Yahoo]
2009-04-07 15:14:12 UTC
Every night I close both my eyes, in our broke oath I die/
I face crossroads, and eyes, on a barcodes thin lines/
I see the truth the false holds in lies, as I’m lost holding signs/
Inside my own cross choken mind, striking the page to dot the top open I’s/
On a letter using I like you as a broken metaphor, for the love I’m set up for/
I’m laying on my bed or floor, dead since there’s nothing better for/
A broken heart, I knew this since I saw the doctor’s open chart/
My fate in God was lost when I heard about a child stuck in a park/
Killed by a dog, guess it’s bite was worse than its f*cking bark, nothing marks/
The soul better, than a girl about jump while her parents say “so let her”/
Used to be a go-getter, used to know better, used to be in love when I wrote letters/
Now I know cutters, cold mothers, old lovers, and now I think like no other/
I used to think hope flutters, now hope shutters, and dies alone/
As pain lies at home, in my mind, as an aspect of time/
You look as if surprised, since it’s just a last pact of lies/
I’ve given up on religion, since the hunter released the crow just to shoot the pigeon/