Rise from the ashes of the dead
Listen to the worries in your head
While the silent voices whisper
Terrifying things into your ear
Let the nightmares control your fear
Let the terror take you in
Shadows come and keep you
How sick like a fucking sheep you
Follow where the brave do go
But they just drag you down
Dream of endings but never start
Keep holding on
Till you tear me apart
God won't you let me go?
Why do you stop and scold me?
Why can't we fight this feeling?
Why can't we end this torture?
Tell me the darkest secrets
That your mind does keep
Why are you hiding
You fucking creep
Must we hide our ill intent?
Must we hide?
Must we shake?
Just scream the words that ail you
Just release the veil
Drop the shadows
Free the truth
Must we hide ourselves?
Why must we hide our feelings?
Must we hide?
Must we cower?
I don't know which soul to take
Why can't it just be simple?
Good and evil
Vie for a grip on the clover
Luck be damned when you survive and they don't
Fucking hope for one of us
Damnation for the other
God won't you let it go?
Why must you stop and scold us?
Why can't we fight this horror?
Why can't we end this torture?
Must we hide our hopes now?
Must we have faith when it's so cold?
Why must we hold the clover?
Why can't it just be over?
So few hold the four-leaf
We're all hiding threes in shame
Why must we all be special?
Why must we hold the clover?
Hold your breath it's getting dim
Hold your last will
Why can't this just be over?
Just let loose your clover
~"Four leaf clovers aren't rare...People that look for them are" -Christy Jordan~
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Papercut Souls
Poetry~My hearts sick and bruised My souls paper thin You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~ This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it... So who am I to say so? With love, David Yager
