thingswentbackwards

Endless loop. Forced to watch. Runs from my head into my heart. Back to my head, my mind replays. My heart explodes, the pain so great. Make it stop, Please end my life.

Come take my hand and let us walk, arrows and slings, though lifes trying times, fall to the ground, no damage done, my hand in yours and yours in mine, together we stand, darkness will come, our hearts beat quick, yet when the day come and the tear are gone, together we stand no damage done.

Do you remember the time I held your hand? Or the time you skinned your knee? You sat and cry for hours, till I skinned my knee for you. Then you laughed, and laughed at me. Do you remember the times I fought the dragons for you? I'm not sure if you do, I think we where only three. Do you remember the time you got sick? When your mom wouldn't let me in? So I snuck in though your window and played hand puppets with you that night. You laughed so hard you cried. Do you remember when we laid on the grassy hill? Looking into a clear blue sky, no clouds to get in our way, That's when I secretly promised that I would stay by your side.

I have come one last time to bleed. Don't want your heart, your pity. Just to show to you your work. Return your words, your weapons. The tear in my heart, scared over. But I have come to you to bleed. Not to talk, or your pity. I take the weapon, not words. Scared open, my heart ripped out. One last time I come to bleed.

Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way. Icy cold fingers, creeps through the day, emptiness left in its way. Icy cold fingers, wraps around the heart, coldness on display. Icy cold fingers, steals the soul, another one to betray. Icy cold fingers, touch the body, just to die away. Icy cold fingers, carves through the night, collecting death on the way.

I am dreaming about you, But I am not asleep, It's the middle of the day. Staring at the walls, In the prison that I keep, Can't go backwards, forward has been block. Spinning around in circles, My heads a living mess. Day becomes night, So many hours have been lost, You stole the time, You stole my heart, You stole my soul. Now give me some rest. Night into day, The cycle is repeated. In my mind I live, Behind these walls of black and grey.

You came to me again in my sleep, 4:30 this time, you tell me to move on. Oh Sarah, how can I? You don't know what you took. Oh Sarah, when you left, my heart in you one hand, my soul in the other. Now, be on the grave you call, in my dreams you haunt me still. Oh Sarah it's being so long, yet I how I miss you still. You tell me to move on, No one to hold my hand, No one to hold me tight, I still see you that cold night. The night you took my life, as yours slow bled away. Why did he have to shoot, all we had we gave to him. My ears still ring of death, I still wear the blood stained vest. Oh Sarah my one true love. Just move th

Can't you see the hole in my heart? The void filled with pain. Can't you see the ripped distorted edges? That the dull knife of time has made. Can't you see my blood on your hands? From the missing piece you stole. Can't you see the scare that's left? From damage you have done. Can't you see black circles? Void of life, no color in my eyes. Can't you see tear stained tracks? Where rosy checks once dwelled. Can't you see my Heart breaking? It should be so easy, to see the damage you have done. Why you ask? I wear it on my sleeve.

So you tell me that you will be by my side. *yet you are never here* So you tell me that you will never leave. *yet I look around and you are gone.* So you tell me that you'll hold my hand. *yet my hands are still so so empty* So you tell me your heart is mine. *yet she wears your ring of gold.* So you tell me "don't be blue." *yet I see you alone with her* So you tell me that you'll call. *yet how thick the dust does grows.* So you tell me "I'm the one for you" *yet how lonely I have become* So you tell me ALL these things.  *yet can I trust again?*

"Oh just great", another year, another day, yet another night. Days and weeks and months, more of what was, will be more of what is. How does one leave, when one is chained? Stillness of the night, broken by the clock, as if to remind me your time has not yet come. Lies, half truth, to make me feel better? For my own good? Why is it so hard, just once to tell the truth. I point the finger of brightness, of light and what is true. Now leave me forever, leave me for good. Out of my life, never to be seen, Yet you haunt me in my dream, and at days light I see your face. I've broken you, with blood on my hands, You laugh that evil sm

Yes, I Have A Penis Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'. Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying. Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.

She sleeps in a glass coffin floating wistfully upon the ocean Her dreams dance Heaven high; swept out of my reach Whilst seraphim songs mock my damnation Deafening my ears as I crouch on the beach. I had fallen for her; a goddess incarnate I, the morning star cast into death I had called out her name with the voice of an Angel -My last celestial breath. The diamonds I once scattered in the sky Did lend me their light in my nocturnal quest The night hid my grotesque distortion That shadows had only caressed. For beauty's eyes would not bear this face Blackened mirrors reflected my fate But this world and its darkness already co

I sit in my room, with my photo albums scattered around me. Each one of the pictures within holds a story, each its own tale. Some meaning more than their standard one-thousand words, because they hold in them the memory of someone I held very dear to my heart, someone I wish was still in my life today. I reach over to the box, which is the prize of all my possession. I flick the latch and lift the hard wooden lid. Inside lays an old camera and my favourite photos. The camera belonged to my father, the photos taken by his hands. To me, looking at each one of them was like looking at things, long since passed, through his eyes. You could tel