sadness

sadness is the only thing i've got
joy i gave away
the smile is a lease
and the glow in my face is fake
my skin is grey
decaying

my blood not passionatly red
but watered like whine
or dark like acid rust
there is nothing of happyness here
thought i'd tell you
don't get too near

i'm poisoned
tainted
broken
down
falling
deeper
endless
sadness

no cure for me
no love for the fallen
no hope for the dead
no joy for the sad

i'll shut down
just to ignore
those who care
and why ?
i'm nothing but a bore

my words are lacking
knowing they'll be read
too much thought in them
little purity which makes me sad

i need to go back
to pen and paper
no one to read this
no one to praise my sadness
to praise my madness

i'm nothing
just move on
there is little to gain
from watching a man go insane
maybe with in the year
it'll all be different
but that is what i always say
and never comes the day

i've done too much
too little
all too late
i'm destined to kill myself
but i ignore fait

see me in hell
see me burn
i'll never be save
never use my turn

26 sep 2007 - meld ongepast verhaal

sui, man, 47 jaar

bubel woensdag 26 september 2007 21:18
wat is er met jou aan de hand.
zo iets lezen doe je hast denken dat je zelfmoord wil plegen.
Wel positief blijfen denken. en niet vergeten de goede dingen net zo belangrijk zijn als negatiefe dingen.

oke.

goetjes Bubel
wilnie woensdag 26 september 2007 23:27
Jaah Sui.... als je je zo voelt als in de tekst dan moet er iets gebeuren. Je weet zelf wel wat (en dan bedoel ik niet jezelf iets aandoen!). Maar iets positiefs. Ben je echt zo depressief of vind je deze teksten mooi? Hee Sui een digitale knuffel van Wilnie(welhoor) en nu maar hopen dat 't helpt.
lil idiot donderdag 27 september 2007 02:03
I think it's time for you to head out, get your mind worked up on different things than yourself
Eating yourself alive isn't helping you and you know that, you've seen it be done so many times before
It's time for you to go out and have fun, have talks, about anything, everything, but mostly about nothing
Nothing that would nor could matter, because the thing that do, are already on your mind

You carry a heavy burden, maybe to heavy to hold on your own, maybe you should take a break
I know you won't let anybody else give you a hand, but maybe you should push aside
Just for now, for later you'll be needed, as you know, but you should rest
There a good reason the monster's sleeping, so should sui, let the mountain hold your burden
For you are too weary for such a thing

Soon I'll be drinking a cup of tea at your place again, we'll have long talks
Verbal and musical, y'know, the fun talks, like old days, let's talk about old days
Those sweet old memories, the drinks and fights, the battles and love, purity

See you soon my old friend

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