friends

Save me from my self

I am stoke her burning in my personal hell

It feels like eons ago where the world was well

After so long drifting as a cast away, I found my place

In my darkest hour you save be from the pain hate

Then it was over

Once again I got flung in to the sea of loveliness

So afraid and drowning, but unable to scream

In the blood red sea I will never find my address

 

Once you pulled me up on land

I did not have to beg for help as your kind hands life

In the warm sun light of your friendship, I finally had a place to stand

Now it is cold again and I try to remove the pain with knifes

Stok again alone with the one I hate

His words flow like vial venom in my ears

I fear that I will only lose him at hells gate

It might not be long after all this years

 

I cannot expect to be saved every time

You all seem to stand on your own, so high and strong

I would rather be dead than a leach, but is my crime

Without you my pain full days feel so long

It seems that every breath just makes me sicker

I dream of days gone by like, like sinners of heaven

Fighting the darkness makes my heart flicker

Five days of kindness replaced, the days of pain of which there was seven

 

Now my heart has grown cold

Why can’t I be happy without you?

You haven’t left me, yet I am cut off from your gold

I hear your voice, but don’t see your face and I don’t know what to do

In an dynamic world where everything move you do too

But I sit here stoke in a prison of soul and flesh

A hate leaves me my skin turn blue

Nothing in side my work, it is all trash

 

I need the fuel you give me

But every day I lose more than you can give

Please don’t hate me I try to be the best I can be

If feel like my time have been outlive

Yours have just begun

The world call your name, soon you will stand on mountains of crystal

I wish for you eternal pleasure and fun

Maybe I will hear your joy, I will listen

If there truly is something ever after, I will watch over you

Hopefully I will shed the sickness with this mortal prison

I will fight to make sure that your dreams come true

 

Joy and pain can be borne of nothing

But in the end it might become something

To you I give everything

In hope that I can become anything

A memory in a flying thought

No matter what happen I will owe you so much

Maybe next time happies can be caught

It might have been worth it all, if you ever felt a single mental touch