Torn Signs
12-02-2003, 07:22 PM
8-24-03
The world is like a net,
It catches everyone off guard.
It hates, doesn’t feel sorry, wants revenge,
Wants those on it to be caught,
To be stolen away from reality.
To yawn is to cry because of exhaustion,
Exhaustion caused by wanting to give up,
Sacrifices be gone, love be gone.
The whole thought of being happy willows away,
The thought of dying prospers,
The ideals and actions of hate,
Murder, blood rise while the question draws-who’s there?
Who is there to go watch-the Earth die,
The happiness fade, and when tragedies occur?
Who is there to help with the baby that has no watchers?
Who is there to GUIDE?
Who is through that black pit door?
Where do I go?
Does the net capture me or does the harmony of heaven?
Where do I cry my ancient old tears?
Who is really there?
The world is like a net,
It catches everyone off guard.
It hates, doesn’t feel sorry, wants revenge,
Wants those on it to be caught,
To be stolen away from reality.
To yawn is to cry because of exhaustion,
Exhaustion caused by wanting to give up,
Sacrifices be gone, love be gone.
The whole thought of being happy willows away,
The thought of dying prospers,
The ideals and actions of hate,
Murder, blood rise while the question draws-who’s there?
Who is there to go watch-the Earth die,
The happiness fade, and when tragedies occur?
Who is there to help with the baby that has no watchers?
Who is there to GUIDE?
Who is through that black pit door?
Where do I go?
Does the net capture me or does the harmony of heaven?
Where do I cry my ancient old tears?
Who is really there?