sam gale

I've lynched my emotion high and dry
left in the confusion of my last lie
I've lynched my emotion high and dry
swinging softly in the twilight sky
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My heart is empty,
But knows what it wants,
My soul is lonely,
But it knows what it needs,
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I am a weight upon your shoulders,
A raindropp in your storm.
I am a set of rolling boulders,
A wasp amongst a swarm.
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Life is harsh, life is mean.
They say life is anything you want it to be,
aim high and you'll achieve.
This is not true,
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If I said I care,
I'd be lying.
quite simply
I've given up on trying.
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School is war,
class is a battle.
My soul roars,
As my riffle rattles.
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'Why me? ' I ask and I plead,
as I soak up the sunset.
'Can I not just bleed? '
Instead of this burning sweat
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My mind is painfully cracking,
as I stalk the night sky.
My heart is slowly sinking,
as I plead and question "why? "
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'I'm tired' has become my life, a long lost devotion whilst my time slowly ticks on. I don't know where I am going or what I did wrong but my life seems so pointless, yet I'm still here 'strong.' I am a weak pathetic soul, ungrateful and untrue. The way I see it now is that there is nothing you can do. I allow you to live oblivious to my burning pain. Hiding behind my smiles has become an endless game, a losing war that I somehow cannot ignore. Instead of weapons of mass destruction I have a shield of pure deflection, deflection of love and kindness but absorbent of hate and vengeance.
I long for somebody's sanctuary when I sit here alone, I deserve the pain and suffering as it has been so clearly shown. I don't want rescuing but I don't want to do this on my own. My sunshine has turned to rain and my laughs have turned to shame. I try to erase memories like mistakes on a page but they don't fade. Pencil mark in grey that spread like fire wont go like this deathly desire.
Words unjust fill my broken mind and leave me in a war in which the answers I will not find.With this war one shall fall but it's between me so that cannot be, because if one side needs to die then surely that means I will perish no matter who wins or decease. It's a war between two sides of my despairing heart if one side no longer beats the other will no longer exist.
So oh gracious mind, where do I begin to draw the line? I don't see a light at all, all I read is the time that slowly runs out as the days go by although in total honesty that is quite fine as to me it is indeed divine but I look to you for words of wisdom but betrayed with thoughts of misery. I long to see a happy day where love conquers and hate resigns however this is indeed unlikely as it is too late.
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Waiting for the message to show is like waiting for darkness to glow
It's becoming a reoccurring pain that doesn't seem to go away
Day in, day out you've lost all strength to shout
Shout for what's right but with the bleeding wounds you can't fight
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My dreams are higher than Everest where the sun does all but shine, where the birds cannot even think to chime, where man will never climb. My dreams are deeper than all known space, filled with a burning uncertainty, going on to be an endless disgrace. The dreams in which I cannot misplace, the dreams in which I cannot replace nor will I ever erase, distresses my fragile mind as it hollows my now empty soul, leading me astray until I finally lose my way. The dreams in which I cannot erase have started to swallow me whole, so this is farewell to the innocence my despair has stole.

Believe me when I say that dreams are a source of pain, endless roads of shame that lead to continuous lies and blame, some learn to gain where others are left soaked from the rain.
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Mind filled with anguish
heart filled with despair
soul full of confusion
but nobody cares.
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When you die you never fade
In our hearts is where you lay
Make us smile everyday?
By our side when we're afraid,
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Escape to the countryside
A world of a different kind
where fairies fly the skies
sining their broken lies
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Photos of the living
Mean nothing to the soul
Photos of the dead
give us something to behold
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Is this life or is this just a figment of my imagination?

Lights dawn on my broken presence whilst burning me whole
as darkness creeps in unwelcomed to steal my innocence
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The time is always ticking,
My mind is always thinking.
Nothing left to say
Whilst I'm hurting everyday.
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I do not believe in...
I do not trust in...
I do not see in...
I do not...
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In the echoing skies,
In the distant fields,
In the burning stars,
Broken dreams rest.
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My smiles are meaningless,
my laugh is a cry.
My eyes are devious,
my speech is shy.
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