ShadowsCool
07-03-2011, 09:01 AM
She buried my heart in the darkest recess.
Crushed my bones beyond repair.
She blazed her beam before for my eyes,
Finding her mark
In disrepair.
There was no strength to resist her.
Her lush idols she laid before me.
Her whispered sweet romances was music to my ears.
Her sweet incense was melody to my nose,
Yet there was a massive secret she wouldn't dare share...
Her beating heart.
So now I am a heap in the darkest corner.
Crushed beyond fix.
With her incisors burrowed deep in my heart,
She lustily left her mark
For all to see.
A Flower Speaks Out
The sun forwards its shine
to the frozen soil left behind
where below
a flower speaks out to my heart
saying:
try and love someone
before it's too late
before the sun goes down
and you're left around
with nothing but a cold heart.
The Saga of Charlie Sheen
Call-girl appointment at ten...
Cocaine binge at eleven...
Nanny picks up kid at twelve...
The guy's living his dream
I'm talking about Charlie Sheen.
The paparazzi made him a clown,
They chase him all over town.
They invite him in the studio,
A fake interview for the cable show.
I wonder if they live in a glass house?
Walk around in them like a good ole mouse.
They always pick on Charlie with big stones
Throwing em at Charlie when he's stoned.
I see no great divide between them.
Is it them? or Charlie Sheen?
Like the good mouses they are
Why don't they leave poor Charlie alone?
Because Charlie Sheen,
He's gotta get off this set
and be seen.
He's got a call-girl appointment at ten...
A cocaine binge at eleven...
Forget the nanny at twelve,
He fired her an hour ago.
A snort here, a rock there,
A whore to do his dirty deeds.
We're talking about Charlie Sheen,
The man has got to live out his dreams.
The Grave Digger
A gentle man was laid to rest
At his behest no one came,
But the grave digger who dug his way
Into eternity.
A soul so soft
A voice a cobweb would know,
A man untouched by life's
Loud affairs.
He too a gentle soul
As the man laid to rest,
Never a word much heard
Or a lip that quiver.
He with rake in hand
Combed the earth,
Checking a look around
Without a thought in mind.
His mind not where
The hole he dug,
The grave digger found his way,
Into eternity.
Crushed my bones beyond repair.
She blazed her beam before for my eyes,
Finding her mark
In disrepair.
There was no strength to resist her.
Her lush idols she laid before me.
Her whispered sweet romances was music to my ears.
Her sweet incense was melody to my nose,
Yet there was a massive secret she wouldn't dare share...
Her beating heart.
So now I am a heap in the darkest corner.
Crushed beyond fix.
With her incisors burrowed deep in my heart,
She lustily left her mark
For all to see.
A Flower Speaks Out
The sun forwards its shine
to the frozen soil left behind
where below
a flower speaks out to my heart
saying:
try and love someone
before it's too late
before the sun goes down
and you're left around
with nothing but a cold heart.
The Saga of Charlie Sheen
Call-girl appointment at ten...
Cocaine binge at eleven...
Nanny picks up kid at twelve...
The guy's living his dream
I'm talking about Charlie Sheen.
The paparazzi made him a clown,
They chase him all over town.
They invite him in the studio,
A fake interview for the cable show.
I wonder if they live in a glass house?
Walk around in them like a good ole mouse.
They always pick on Charlie with big stones
Throwing em at Charlie when he's stoned.
I see no great divide between them.
Is it them? or Charlie Sheen?
Like the good mouses they are
Why don't they leave poor Charlie alone?
Because Charlie Sheen,
He's gotta get off this set
and be seen.
He's got a call-girl appointment at ten...
A cocaine binge at eleven...
Forget the nanny at twelve,
He fired her an hour ago.
A snort here, a rock there,
A whore to do his dirty deeds.
We're talking about Charlie Sheen,
The man has got to live out his dreams.
The Grave Digger
A gentle man was laid to rest
At his behest no one came,
But the grave digger who dug his way
Into eternity.
A soul so soft
A voice a cobweb would know,
A man untouched by life's
Loud affairs.
He too a gentle soul
As the man laid to rest,
Never a word much heard
Or a lip that quiver.
He with rake in hand
Combed the earth,
Checking a look around
Without a thought in mind.
His mind not where
The hole he dug,
The grave digger found his way,
Into eternity.