October 23, 2007
-
The sky ripples pink over your graves
You're all the people I couldn't save
I'd've given my life... now I got so much to live up to
Why am I alive and not you?
I thought you were stronger, wiser, the one who was brave
All the while, I didn't know, I watched you dig your grave
And Libby... I thought she was dead and left behind
Wasn't that the only thing to do, to be kind?
But shes still shaking, hiding in the corner of the closet in my mind
And the enemy's coming, he knows where shes at
I lied about the strength to come back with a metal bat
Goddess, help me, the moment of truth is near
As I try to find a way to fight for all that I hold dear
Onslaught by slings and arrows and only one to help me face my fearFear is the mind killer, as I lay me down to sleep
Time to face my demons in the dark and deep
Comments (2)
::tender hug::
YAY! You finally wrote something! Xanga has been boring me lately because no one uses it. I usually end up writing private entries because I don't enjoy posting my life all over xanga anymore; it seems redundant now. I like your work because it is somewhat spiritual, which to me is definitely inspiring. I usually end up writing after reading it...and believe me I really need some inspiration at the moment. My creative energy has been almost completely dead since classes began.
Comments are closed.