Save Me From Hating Self
My heart is no longer mine
Its beats are no longer musical
My tears have become my wine
Their drops are cold and bitter
Am I worth the party?
As my shoulders grow broader
So are the breasts of the loads
My demons are getting fonder
Insanity is commanding my gods
Am I worth the dance?
For the seasons am falling with autumn
Am thawing with nothing solemn
Before the storms cease wake me
These scars are getting numb
Am I worth the cheers?
Like a fallen mirror am in tatters
My heart is dark am bleeding coal
Every midnight I count my wickedness
My fiery eyes are guise and fleece
Am I worth the jeers?
I am not bound to what I got
My mind is dancing to demonic yesterday
My flesh is heating the desire of today
I got no soul to see through the future
Am I worth the hope?
With the angels command my rescue
I need no pity feed me with ridicule
Slowly, slowly I warm my scars
Melt my guise and set me on fire
Save me from hating self
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