August 26, 2008
I'm tired of envy
but my soul can't resist
it's burning inside
my fire within
Not even does this
make me cry with death
because I feel the pain begin

Maybe its memory
of what I should be
that holds closely to me
the barb wire within
makes me bleed from my heart
sheathing with sin

There is no escape
nothing to beat
loathing desire, hearthing pain
from my skys falls green of rain
stabbing out my soul
creating only me

I'm tired of lies
with a grin overcover
hiding the grip on life
letting it show, would be letting it go
leaving me to only die
unless my sun can arise
showing you apart of my life.

You own my life
I strive
You survive
and I die.

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