Fading Heart Beats

Sitting and waiting.
This is all he knows.
As this life unfolds,
tomorrow seems to only bring less hope.
What he has done,
the sins that haunt him;
he can not sleep.
All he can do is bleed.
Torn between this life, this reality.
Between being what he is,
and what he could be.
It's not fucking easy.
He tries to change,
But the changing ways just bring bleeding days.
He's fucking falling apart
with the situation thats in effect.
Because what changing him isn't sincere.
It's all fucking confused,
He feels like hes being abused.
Is it love? Was it ever love?
Seems in the dark we all change.
For in the public eye it's never the same.
Can this not be for the right reasons?
Can he not live a day without the world killing his faith?
Withered; he's not speaking.
Not for the drama to unfold.
withered; soon he won't be breathing;
for all the pain and suffering, day by day;
will this shit ever change?
Being forced to stay back,
he can't have his own way.
Why? because he abandons her.
But shes so confused, she doesn't
even know what she wants.
So why should he stick around?
To see what could have been?
But then again, that could also
show that his pain and suffering
was for nothingness.
He can't handle that shit.
He wants to give up and quit,
for she shows no interest
beyond what falls in secret.
He has know hope,
he has no reason.
He's in the trenches of all paradoxes.
Living is pointless.

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Awaiting Days

Life weighs
between this happiness and hate.
Torn between this heavenly fate.
But whats left to take?
This life is so fake.
I can't wait
for these doors will open.
Whats left unspoken
storms around in my head.
Living this life
that shouldnt be lead.
hating my presence
hating my soul
Ill hate everything
for my heart is cold.
Breaking away,
breaking from stress.
This all will haunt me,
Haunt me till death.
Why can't you save me?
Save my last breath.
Savor my blood,
for in you it rest.
It's all so painful.
And pain is free.
This will chase me around
till death I will see.

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Fade Away

My heart is black.
Im like a shack;
broken to pieces
and my boards all creep.

It's hard to speak,
my words are weak.
They make me bleed,
as they come to mind.

My day does on,
my day is blind.
Ask me about it,
I'll say im fine.
Im sick of my life,
im sick of my crimes.
I live these lies,
as time passes by.
Break away,
for it's time to die.

You can breathe now.
You can sleep now.
My life will be okay.
It's what I've been through,
It's what I'm used to.
One day it'll all change.
I know I'm broken,
my wounds are open.
But you don't need to stay.
Being abandoned;
it's what I'm used to,
I'll just fade away.

Don't blame yourself,
It's not your fault.
It's not what you've made.
It's something I've brought;
Upon myself, and everyone else.
This storm stalks me
and every feeling I've felt.

So go on out, leave me now.
I'm broken down,
and it's not worth it now.
So lets take this to the ground,
my dreams are all sound.
You should be happy with this,
with what you've found.

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[Falling]

You can't wake me.
You can't save me.
I have already made my fate.
You can't wake me.
You can't save me.
For it is all too late.

You can't change what you've brought upon me.
In this body,
it's softly killing me,
this will in me is gone.
I sit and I wait all alone,
for this fate of my soul;
its coming so quickly.
As I sit, I see it distinctly
in the mist, its creeping.
My heart is still beating.
I want to turn around and run,
the fog fades out the sun.
But it meets me so sheeply,
facing this face, his eyes are weeping.
I see me in this guy, I am him in this life.
End my site with a knife.

So in with me, or out with me.
Im the same either way.
though you have changed me,
you can blame me.
Everythings always my fault.
I sit here so shamely,
watching my body as it hits the floor.
Im insane you see? I can't save me.
Im watching me fall.
I've already lost this war.

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Broken Responses

Lay through the lies of the blood once shed.
All of once: for lies, through this life hes lead.
Spoken with promises, these lies feel his head.
When this has risen, he is, and still shall be dead.
Its not something one could keep
but through this glory, I shall sleep.
In the end, who knows who will weep
But through it all, my veins will speak.

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