Twenty-Seven Hour Night
By Armour
Heart broken, heart-breaker
wishing to be undone
in the after math of dismay
his blade falls with the sun
within reality, even heros die
paralyzed by destiny
someone unravel my life
pull this string and set me free
it's these late nights in my room
with castle walls built up high
oh, heart broken heart-breaker
I'll smile so you don't see me cry
Life broken, life-faker
Self hating, life-taker
Never asked to be alive
Yet, dirtied, I'll still strive
Trusted myself into your arms
-Set me upon your fixed alter
Felt them wrap around my throat
-For your god, I am offered goat
it's these late nights in my room
with castle walls built up high
oh, heart broken heart-breaker
I'll smile so you don't see me try
Loneliness hating, stress creating, self destroying, war on the waterfront
Not taking, just stating, that maybe, we don't have to dodge these buttlets
Love craving, lonely maker, just take her, but you can't fnd the courage
to lose any more
Just waiting, rotting inside, applying verbal make-up, my words convince
you true
By reading this, you could have swore you knew. But you only on which my
sadness may feed.
It may be the love I wish. I could only care so much, but so much is more
than you ever need.
My life leads two paths entwined in one, dreams are my reality of those
unloved.
But, if you ever stood up, you'd understand the top-side of this bloody
dove.
One cannot understand the position I stand. There will be no immediate
grave to mourn.
This soul is tormented in a living hell, unable to release, fused with
the ashes of a phoenix reborn.
Heart broken, Heart-broken.
Heart broken, Heart-broken.
Hate the appreciation of it all.
But, I would love to catch you if you fall.
And then we could stare into each others eyes.
Having you in my arms, there would be no more goodbyes.
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