Friday, September 11, 2009

Death To Me

Death to me
I’m the deceiver
Death to me
Without reason
Lost my mind in stupid ways
Lost my mind, now have betrayed.

Death to me
My skin I tear

Death to me
I found I care.

Destroyed my own heart
My own burden
Torn apart, my heart is certain
Screams from within, now it begins
Life’s not for me, my heart pleas

Sorrow in my soul
I took a heart
Sorrow in my soul
Two hearts torn apart.

Death to me
For I’m the jester
Death to the jester, for he is me
God help me, my soul is screaming
Forgive me, my soul is dreaming
Take me, my soul is bleeding.
Douglas McAntagart
Bob Blackwell 02 November 2009
Douglas, it is how we look at life that determines what happiness we get. A change of attitude to one of seeking happiness can work wonders, I know because I changed myself. The pain you feel is self generated. Bob
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Jane Zhu 11 September 2009
extracts such pain in your words...
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