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age is just a number (or darkness)
Contributed by
darkplaidbabe
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Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 05:20:51 PM in AEST
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What if life were only rewarded to those who actually lived it?
If you were only given one week to live, what would you do?
If life were only given to those who completely understood it, the human race would be wiped from existence.
I do not believe that any one person can understand life.
Whats this darkness that sits in my soul?
Why wont it leave me, so I can be whole?
I feel its restricting me, tightening round my throat,
Strangling out my innocence, stealing my hope.
This evil inside of me, I can feel its presence
I can hear it screech; yet its hesitant
I feel Im fighting this war,
Between good and bad
And I cant take much more
Than Ive already had.
There are tears in my heart, but not in my eyes
It hurts so badly, yet I am unable to cry
Constantly I hear this sound,
It resonates in the recesses of my mind
I see so much pain around
And no shelter may I find
I see the lights of a midnight train
Theyre coming towards me,
To cure my pain
But just when I think Ive escaped this curse
The lights are gone, its gotten worse
I watch my friends dying,
See their mothers crying
And it rips me apart inside.
I wasnt always like this
There was a time I had a heart
But with one deadly kiss
It was ruined and torn apart
I used to cry, I use to scream
But now Im so numb,
Life feels like a dream
Or maybe just a nightmare
That I havent woken from yet
I wonder why I should care
But then I remember, I cant seem to forget
I remember the blood, I remember the tears
The things Ive been trying to run from for years
Now theyve caught up with me
Im paying my dues
And I can finally see
Those people in the news
They really do exist,
they really do die
Death has tried to kill me, but somehow he missed
And now this gift I have, torments me, makes me wonder why?
Why was I chosen?
Why must it be me?
To carry the sad tidings
To bring misery
Surely my sins have been paid for
Ten times over or more
Others believe that theyll go to hell
I know Im already there
If it will ever end, I just cant tell
This demon hiding in me, is the burden I bear
I see things that shouldnt be seen
I hear things too horrible to say
My horror must not be demeaned
This is what I wake to everyday
I can see these sparks in the darkness,
Forever trying to touch their light,
But I must keep going on, Ive got to fight
Where can one go if theres nowhere to go but ahead?
What can one do that is not living, but not yet dead?
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darkplaidbabe
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2004-07-19 17:20:51]
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Re: age is just a number (or darkness)
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 12:32:11 PM AEST
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