1, 2, 3, and 4, and 5
toi divisé, split from me to stay alive
6 and 7 and 8 and 9
I can't keep track - which one am I?
Though some are new, I'm Friends with you
Who got stronger, and I just knew
The ones who hid, never spoke to me
They're empty personalities
The system's heart, the person's mind
Are pieces of a different kind
You're just another part of me
Yet I need you; we'll never be free
The broken place that we called home
Had crumbled away long ago
Embrace me in a falsified world
I might believe, then, what I've heard
Your fury seemed unjustified
But I saw the past and realized
And in your voice that carried through
I heard it then…
"I'll protect you"
....no notes on this one, except: it was short and I wrote it a bit too quickly. Also, I'm aliiiiiiiiiive!! I've mostly been blogging and drawing over the past 6 months, so. Um. I'll babble about this somewhere else.
toi divisé, split from me to stay alive
6 and 7 and 8 and 9
I can't keep track - which one am I?
Though some are new, I'm Friends with you
Who got stronger, and I just knew
The ones who hid, never spoke to me
They're empty personalities
The system's heart, the person's mind
Are pieces of a different kind
You're just another part of me
Yet I need you; we'll never be free
The broken place that we called home
Had crumbled away long ago
Embrace me in a falsified world
I might believe, then, what I've heard
Your fury seemed unjustified
But I saw the past and realized
And in your voice that carried through
I heard it then…
"I'll protect you"
....no notes on this one, except: it was short and I wrote it a bit too quickly. Also, I'm aliiiiiiiiiive!! I've mostly been blogging and drawing over the past 6 months, so. Um. I'll babble about this somewhere else.
The skies bleed a never ending black
the darkest of figures drag lives back
to the deepest depths of the prison wall
where no light can reach, all hopes fall.
Lost, cold, dying, they grow in fear
in the silence behind the walls, none draw near.
Rise against them, against thy master
they bend lives, it will die faster.
Has hope already fluttered and died?
within the walls where the innocent reside?
In the know that master will defend
little did they know that this will be their end.
Down under, the master is not aware
of the growing power, a lit flare
Flames of rage, restless the people grow
revolutions awake, let them know!
Wild fires, infernos! Frightened shadows crawl away
let the plans of the strong come into play!
Hear the voices of revolutionaries cry
"Live free ou let me die!"
the darkest of figures drag lives back
to the deepest depths of the prison wall
where no light can reach, all hopes fall.
Lost, cold, dying, they grow in fear
in the silence behind the walls, none draw near.
Rise against them, against thy master
they bend lives, it will die faster.
Has hope already fluttered and died?
within the walls where the innocent reside?
In the know that master will defend
little did they know that this will be their end.
Down under, the master is not aware
of the growing power, a lit flare
Flames of rage, restless the people grow
revolutions awake, let them know!
Wild fires, infernos! Frightened shadows crawl away
let the plans of the strong come into play!
Hear the voices of revolutionaries cry
"Live free ou let me die!"
My life was hell
My life was blue
I wanted to die,
But that's before I met you
toi give me hope
toi give me fear
But because of you,
I don't shed a tear
I think I'm falling
ou am I climbing?
Either way,
I hope you're there and the end
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OfminceandDes
My life was blue
I wanted to die,
But that's before I met you
toi give me hope
toi give me fear
But because of you,
I don't shed a tear
I think I'm falling
ou am I climbing?
Either way,
I hope you're there and the end
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OfminceandDes
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
It stares at toi questioningly
As if knowing your pain
The blade made these scars
No not you
These humble scars
That grace your skin
Reminding toi of your flaws
Your power
Your weakness
Your strength
l’amour them ou hate them they remain
Never to come off no matter how much toi plead
toi know toi should turn your back on the blade
But it stares at toi
Humbly not judging
Unlike everything else
The feeling is sharp but the reward is better
The feeling in knowing that toi are no longer numb
That toi can feel and control
Have real control of your emotions
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
Is your only friend
So comforting, yet so destructive
It stares at toi questioningly
As if knowing your pain
The blade made these scars
No not you
These humble scars
That grace your skin
Reminding toi of your flaws
Your power
Your weakness
Your strength
l’amour them ou hate them they remain
Never to come off no matter how much toi plead
toi know toi should turn your back on the blade
But it stares at toi
Humbly not judging
Unlike everything else
The feeling is sharp but the reward is better
The feeling in knowing that toi are no longer numb
That toi can feel and control
Have real control of your emotions
The humble blade
So comforting, yet so destructive
Is your only friend
I have risen
No one has known
My life has been deceased
Forever alone
Quietly a young deer
Stalks very far away, yet it feels so near
My eyes spot it, looking at it closely
I feel very uneasy
My ash from below my very feet
Stares directly back at me
I know what He says
"Do not be afraid, my young one."
"You have been reborn."
"Brighter than the Sun."
These words He echoed through my ears
I was far away, but yet so near
The soft sparkle of his muffled eyes
This calmed me down
And I looked into him with pride.
"Being reborn, will not be easy."
"Nonetheless, I present to toi Measly..."
"Life."
Grasses and green tress, rivers of blue
animaux gallop, birds boom.
Life is very essential to me,
However, it doesn't seem to please
The trespassers of the underworld
They seem to understand that life is but
An overhand.
His simple embrace
That soft touch on my face
Won't last for long
In the eternal, longing feeling
The necessities of life.
No one has known
My life has been deceased
Forever alone
Quietly a young deer
Stalks very far away, yet it feels so near
My eyes spot it, looking at it closely
I feel very uneasy
My ash from below my very feet
Stares directly back at me
I know what He says
"Do not be afraid, my young one."
"You have been reborn."
"Brighter than the Sun."
These words He echoed through my ears
I was far away, but yet so near
The soft sparkle of his muffled eyes
This calmed me down
And I looked into him with pride.
"Being reborn, will not be easy."
"Nonetheless, I present to toi Measly..."
"Life."
Grasses and green tress, rivers of blue
animaux gallop, birds boom.
Life is very essential to me,
However, it doesn't seem to please
The trespassers of the underworld
They seem to understand that life is but
An overhand.
His simple embrace
That soft touch on my face
Won't last for long
In the eternal, longing feeling
The necessities of life.
