blackened dreams and sorry hearts
murdered doves that are falling apart
thoughts swirl in their lying eyes
...
</>burned up pictures and hot painful thoughts
instead of my brain it's my heart that rots
bacteria fester and infections abound
I try to scream but no one can hear a sound
...
from time to time you appear in my head
things that you did and things that you said
they ring clear like a bell, bounce around in my mind
my heart is heavy; my eyes are lined
...
</>if one was to take a stroll in my head
all they'd find was dust instead
rusted cogs and jammed-up gears
broken dreams and diamond tears
...
</>I don't mind spending every night wishing on stars
and this distance seems farther than earth from mars
every little thing I do, every smile is for you
I dream that eventually you'll come through
...
guilt can take you down and kill you fast
the exposure is quick but the effects will last
the lies that were told and the chaos that followed
it's like a big pill that can't be swallowed
...
in the end, everyone ends up alone
but you don't have to have a heart made of stone
you can choose to love and live your life right
have dreams that put you to sleep every night
...
people say things are meant to be
but if they were then why can't you see
what you did was awfully wrong
this doesn't mean anything, this mournful song
...
</>wings like these don't grow on their own
they're from fear and hope, the love that's grown
that love that I see in your eyes, it's paper thin
I can see all your thoughts under your skin
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</>I asked a hundred flowers and they all said you did
but in the scheme of things I'm really just a kid
if we were the last two people on earth, would you love me?
I wish you didn't but to my heart you have the key
...
Scar Tissue
blackened dreams and sorry hearts
murdered doves that are falling apart
thoughts swirl in their lying eyes
splintered hopes and family ties
scar tissue builds up and suffocates
there's not a shred left of what once was grace
lakes of black and oceans of red
the second is blood; the first is dread
being angry is easy but happy is hard
there's live trees in the ground but dead leaves in the yard
your good intentions were edged with glass
time will heal but time doesn't pass.
people suffer and people die
a limb for a limb like an eye for an eye
no one is real and everyone is fake
God can give and God can take
i collect dust and grime along the way
hoping for a break from this pain someday
-kate austin