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If you could blast your brain through all the words, hollow, unheard
Then you could leave the world at last
You can leave the unheard word, bleeding and whining on the floor
Crawling for light but never finding a shine.
You might find it sad to have to hold down his head, while the breaths he dies for escape his head,
But when you notice all the things that fall from his teeth,
The unheard word is near complete
Keep searching; keep working, pretending to feel nothing,
You know you don’t care, is there anything there?
Nothing knocking on the inside, rawhide?
Killer glory on the morning story where all those words scream like a riot
But you’re still quiet, you find it bruising as the words keep oozing
A yellow liquid like the tears from your eyes
Viscous and wicked and horrid and livid.
Common clarity to an uncommon story, just trying to break all those words
They claw at your throat they try to break notes
But unheard they stay, wavering claim, delicious taste of dissatisfaction
Well once your pen hits the page and nothing seems to be un-caged
The stress breaks sweat and the fear hits less
Only you and your mind, brick wall, you fall
Let a ballad ring, let it come clean, don’t miss it, unleash it
Well failing to speak through your pens black ink
Its black and unused, like a heart belongs to you.
Curse the skies for a reason unknown, completion is moaned
Delete your unbelief. In anything before your feet
These words still crying for a Polaroid ration, portion of action
Not a pencil and napkin, no front page or caption, not even a smile
Walking silent, bothered and compliant, faking a life, to relive your strife
More unheard words
More un-worded herds
More worried blurs
More crying fur
Well you think you may have it?
Show me, unwrap it.
Hold it to a light, no cheating now; I’m watching you lie
Here is a pad and here is a pin, p***k a finger and let it begin
Manifest your un-worded portion of a dream of accordance
What do you see? What is in me?
Do you feel it dropping to the page now? Is it working? How?
Drop it to the cup let it fill right up
None of your words can be unheard, not any more, because the page you have torn
From a stage of innocence that breaths like magnificence
Its eerie how it stares you back in the face, taunting your days
Poor unheard words, feeling conquered
Left flailing and quivering and crying and shivering
Bleeding now, shutting down
The red streams from the alphabet, tattooed on the page
Writing in permanent, no turning back
Damage done, eating it like fun
Little ticks and tocks like the numbers on the clock
It sits behind you, knocking your ego, keeping time
Taunting the ignorance to realization that you done it
Finished, no more unheard words, not without hurt
Like a slave released, do you feel relieved?
Glad to hear it, grin and bare it
Let the blood hit the floor as we watch you perform, under pressure
I hope you sleep well, for a day somehow
Hope it helped, condemning them to hell
A horrible thing, for words to endure
Being dropped and spread, shaping letters and words
Completed with a wave, sealing the page
Now let it scream, break it out and read aloud, lets hear your work
A rock and roll show of animal control sponsored by yours truly
Words
- by ed_the_drummer |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/02/2009 |
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- Title: Words
- Artist: ed_the_drummer
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Description:
Ever had writers block?
Hopefully this peice helps you see it from the other side of the wall. - Date: 07/02/2009
- Tags: words opposition teen angst dark
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