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" I can never die so as long as I am depressed. "
To travel beyond the trees of the forest
Towards the last time I ever saw you
Figured happiness wouldn't come my way; it would put me to rest
And far from the waves of love there was nothing else to do
Standing there alone and broken like an old clock
Woe is me, woe is me
Theorizing my life was never opened from a lock
I say I'm far from you far from life and far from sea.
So far I couldn't feel your essence
Funny when I'm with you I feel alone too
Without you I couldn't count my presence
Love can mean nothing to me now; nothing to do
Of all the branches and sticks that lie
My life has become silent and dull
For another day has past I cannot seem to die
Knowing now my life is pulled
As breathing becomes hard for me
Woe is me, woe is me
As the birds weep at me
So far I couldn't feel your essence
Even with you I still feel so alone
Without you I'm sensing time has stopped over seconds
And maybe my blood in my veins are in sad moans
Love isn't worth this torment.
Trembling and feeling my aching internal pains
From life I once knew means nothing at all
I became a fathom of my former self with nothing to gain
And maybe a sea of faceless faces saw
Burning animals from lions to tigers
I await the rain of thousand burning sparkle fires
And maybe my skin can tear off while I weep
No one would hear me inside my wall of hell
Rest now; I begin my eternal sleep
Cause without you I feel like I have fell
From this earth I lose myself far from you
So far that there is no type of emotion left in me
Guessing now there is nothing else for me to do
You're away from my grips and I miss you, see..
Allow the fires to rip my skin and tear
For what is there for me to do but cry
Better off in a cauldron; I swear
Let me rest in eternal sleep; allow me to die
Far from you...
Far from life...
Far from happiness...
Far from forgiveness...
And far from any thought I had of love...
- by The Prodigal Poet |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/09/2010 |
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- Title: Far.
- Artist: The Prodigal Poet
- Description: Ah, sweet emotional pain. It drives my soul to live. It fuels me to write. A perfect: deep: emotional example of why I continue to write.
- Date: 06/09/2010
- Tags: love emotional
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- Sincerely Metalhead - 07/21/2010
- Is this a song or what? In anycase it isn't bad, but isn't good, so I'll rate it down the middle. 3.
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