runningfromthelivingdead

i am running
as fast as i can
from the ghosts
that are living..
the living dead..
the ones that feed
on loving and caring
people..
run i must
and run i will
cut out for good
never again be
seen with the
likes of the living dead..
they enter your life
they feed on you
little by little
they want everything
from you till
you have nothing
left to give
nothing left to
live for..
they devour
you till you are
unable to
to thing speak
or move..
they help you
in ways no one
has ever before
only to hurt
you in ways
that you have
never been
hurt before..
years and years
cutting every inch
of your soul..
moments those precious
moments they steal
from your very being..
for everykiss
there are a million bones
broken..
for every favor
there are a million smiles
erased in the lines of
time..
gone...
forever...
gone....
thats what you get
when you play
with the ones
that suck the very essence
of all that you believe in the
world is good..
how could i be such a fool..
again after all these years...
just a trusting soul who's
intentions are good...
but now i must run
i must run fast as fast
as i can from the living
dead...
the ghosts that are alive in well..
people dont have to be dead to be dead..
you can look in there eyes..
deeply look in there eyes
and you will see...
well i saw the hate the despise
i heard the words..
i see the pattern in my own life..
over and over and over again...
now it must stop..
it must stop for good..
i bow to no one no thing or no thaught...
i have finally rid myself of
a ghost that is living...
perhaps i was one my self
at one time..
that is why i could never see
the problem with the situation..
the price of a friendship
the lies of a minipulator...
how could i see it was all
i have ever known that used to ring
true in my heart...
i wrote the song while
i was locked up..
when i was 16 years old..
sentenced for a crime i did not
commit...
locked up for crimes
i did not do...
instatutionlized for things
that where done to me..
why did i let that happen again..
why did i believe like a child and a balloon..
he uttered under his breath the
living ghost ...you will never be
successful with out me...
you will die a broken heart
if you never talk to me again..
perhaps i would like to believe
that it would fill the victim in me..
but no longer
no longer
never never again...
never never again...
will i lock myself in a prison
with a jailer that beats and beats
my heart and soul...
xoxoxoxoxoxox