I want to bleed
I want to breathe
I want to be
One more second gone and my desires
Are still only that
Wants wishes and hopes
Petty I am
I move on listening to the choirs
Mourning the souls
Mourning the lives
Mourning the lost
Single tears drop from their admirers
A gasp and laugh
That’s what escapes
From my emptiness

Time has killed me. There’s no cure
To jaded to attempt
To jaded to feel
To jaded to give a damn
I still want to fly though and whisper bliss.
I am the archangel
In my mind of twist.
I still care for thou
But why, can never be heard.
In my place I stay
In my place I faultier
In my place I grow
Where I study and where I tire;
Looking for the feelings.
The past of good,
If one did exist.
I’m still working as you sip away happiness
That’s why I walk away
That’s why I look decayed
That’s why I am this way
For I’m looking to feel, to love, to hurt

 
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