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

सित्तिंग बेक anothertimeanotherplace

तिमेस अरे अ changeinglikespittingchewinthewind

like spitting chew in the wind
like spitting chew
a spitting
spatune
spitting
spitting
chewing
chewing
chewing
you said i will be no one
no one a no body
that it is a mute
reality
a no body
will never be anyone
will never be anyone
'ever
never ever
thats what you said
you stabbed me
stabbed
me i am just a street kid
street kid

i am a street kid
with a guitar
a runaway
a hoe
a wife
a mistress
a virgin
a rockstar
a poet
a musician
a artist
a painter
a tradgic figure
a hero
a queen
a poet
a mother
a motherless child
a groupie

वहत wasithinkingbysayingallthethingsisaid

i have been in los angeles
left on the side of the road
left with a

knife in my heart
and a

dagger i my mouth
a

hachet in my hands
a

hammer and nail threw my feet
a

guitar string

threw my mouth
a

stake

threw my eyes


needles in

my most sensitive parts
unable

to be touched by human
due to the scars

due to the infection

in my

heart in my mind.

i was a caterpiller
i was a pretty cockroach
now i am a snail
i am the moth and the candle
all in one split moment
goodbye
blackcloud
goodbye other half of my heart
goodbye all the tears
goodbye
goodbye my muse
goodbye my beacon
goodbye my joker
goodbye my pendulume

what was my point
what was i trying to say
what was i looking for
what was the point of
all the blood sweat and tears
was it all for twenty dollars
was it all for more tears shed
was it all for a new scar across
my face..
was it all worth the damage done
what was the point
what happens when you wake
up out of this dark dismal dream
what happens when you remember
all the things you said
what happens when i remember all that was said
what happens when the door is forever closed
what happens when you look for me at a dark
moment and i am no longer there
how will you feel
do you feel
do you express the pauses
do you remember the facial expressions
do you remember the the dismembered
melodys dreams people conversations rumors likes clothing
i know you do sometimes
i know you dont sometimes
i know you dont care sometimes when its to late
your true
your true face
your true emotion
your true heart
you showed
cupped in your hand like broken glass
what will i do
what will i do
what will i do
i will find a way
dispite all the tradigy
dispite all the tears
dispite the lack of air
in my lungs
dispite the emotion
of the unconditional love