Beatting Tree, 26 stycznia 2012
A tearfull sorrow of loss is something that consumes me every other night.
It is not a womany i fancy.
Nor a loss of a meaning.
It is not ghouls & goblins that haunt my every night.
Nor a faboulous life i fancy.
It is not a tumbling fear with a meaning.
Nor a lover that once danced to my every thought.
A tearfull sorrow is the loss of a treasured friend.
Beatting Tree, 26 stycznia 2012
Pain is the same & never changes in any way.
Though the amount may rise, my words will never thunder.
The sheer utter thought that memorys won't be made, shatters illusions.
Smiles to cover up everything, they hold a facade that fogs the world.
Pain is the same & will hurt in any other way.
Though the cuases for it change, my fealings will never thunder.
The sheer cold can not freeze the warmth I have, becuase the warmth is but illusions.
Smiles seem to rain false joy everyday, they drown all the world.
Though The Pain Smiles my heart's forever hert & forever will pain consume denial.
Forever more it will, Forever more will & never, never will it never be not forever more.
Beatting Tree, 26 stycznia 2012
Raining down, I hit the fan.
Stuck on a cloud, I cant reach the ground.
Until it storms away. Until life evaporates.
Sway with me. Make a move.
Cause i can't reach the moon. I can't touch the sky.
Sway with me.
Run away, I'll drag you down onto the clouds.
I can't move. I can't move.
I can't...Sway with me. Make a move.
it's like wheres the sky & who are we?
Why can't i breath or even scream! Let me Scream!
Just let me be but don't let me be.
Blue moon cry's, Red moon die's.
Just let me go, but don't let me go.
Blue moon die's, becuase red moons gone.
Sway with me, c'mon. Sway with me, c'mon.
Sway with me, c'mon just sway with me.
C'mon just sway with me. C'mon just sway with me.
I don't know.
Beatting Tree, 15 grudnia 2011
If roses are the colors pink, red, yellow & white,
What happens if my rose is the color of black.
If all roses have their thorns,
What happens if my rose has lost its thorns.
If a rose that has no color & no thorns is no longer a rose,
Then a rose of color & thorns I am no more.
A rose I am no more, A rose I am no more.
Beatting Tree, 15 grudnia 2011
The king that bleeds when he cry's
The dog who wishes to fly.
I'm the person who works to love.
I'm the kind that could never hide in a cave.
The king can't look away from his dying men.
The dog must stay the evil man's loyal friend.
I can not die, I will not cuase a flood of tears.
I can not pry, I will not take peoples secrets away.
The king will die of deadly sickness.
The dog will die away from wickidness.
I'm the person who bleeds away peoples pain.
I'm the person who only cry's in the rain.
I am the Blood Red King.
Beatting Tree, 15 grudnia 2011
A bad apple
is what you might call me
A bad apple
is what i might look like
A bad apple
is going to spoil the others
A bad apple
is never alone on the floor
A bad apple
is what you judge me to be
A bad apple
is what you will see in a reflection
A bad apple
is ridiculed by its cover
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