Calling Atropos.-Ryan Lucio Sometimes I just wanna teach myself guitar, and forget myself, cheers to my health, and learn to die young. Learn to die young, Learn to die young, Isnt that what Im meant for? The prodigies, like me, in their own time, all ignore, Only ahead of their time, later their praises sung. That seems my fate, to never see the other end of this tunnel in this life, Until my life is cut too short, by my minds third eyed knife, Ironically enough, MY NAME IS THE LIGHT, believe Im alright, believe Im alright. Atropos, the Moirai, grant me mercy, Maybe the next time around, Ill finally see: The results of my cries, now so unheeded. I just feel like something unneeded. I just feel like something unneeded. How many endless verses and words will I write, how many unread, unheard, poems and songs, how many days and nights, will I continue this fight? How many voices, will I never hear sing along? And they tell me this is just the world, but THEY are wrong, they are so so wrong. Will my angels wings every reach unfurled, Or will I pass, alone, empty, and fetal curled?
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 20:29:06 +0000
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