literature

If time allows

Deviation Actions

Rapt0r140's avatar
By
Published:
128 Views

Literature Text

I'm your lamb
Do what you will with me
I'm waiting for your noise
But all I hear is the silence of your voice

I am your lamb
Do what you will with me
I bleed out onto you
Thought you knew?

I cry tears
Rivers of beer
You could taste me
Like I am
All I really want is your help
The sick has come back home again

Silence is what kills me
Sit alone in my head
You don't seem to notice me instead
Am I burning up
No I'm ice cold

I feel like I'm falling
No I'm growing old
That's what time does to you
To all things around you

People grow away from you
People evolve
I just stay solidly old
How many times must I feel it
how many times must I cry
Till I realize, time

Go on, go on
What are you waiting for?
You don't need me, to live
I fall apart just fine
When your gone
That's how it works

Another crack for my soul
Another scar for my heart
You are what I ever was
You grow on
while I grow old
That's how it works

I'm getting use to living alone
This is how it is
I get it I'm alone

I watch the strings
Ring right here
Maybe I'm some kind of god
That brings them to life instead
Maybe there's something else
I'm missing here?
I just don't feel it anymore
Why do I have to feel pain
To feel like I'm alive
Grammatical errors and all.
© 2011 - 2024 Rapt0r140
Comments1
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
absentminded21's avatar
*This goes against my better judgement:

You say you're a sacrifice, but that's quite the contrary truth, my friend.
I have watched you bleed yourself dry with nothing to spare even from me.
All this time I have been by your side for six years or more, still feels like forever.
Yet you never heard my cries or wiped away my tears. You never really cared for me.
What love does is it grows with age and dies, simple as anything that's alive, a mere mortal.
Though our friendship may last, you have severed those ties yourself so I say to you dear friend.
I picked you off the streets in the darkest of your times years ago when you were in need of a friend.
Never was it planned that I would fall for your wicked charms or pursue you with my hopes and dreams of love. Yet, worse than any sort of fear or rejection coming from you, I was misunderstood and washed away with pain and guilt and doubt about how I felt towards you because you have pushed away the only good thing that would make a positive impact on your life. I thought you knew that I was here to stay when I said I would. I thought you would believe me and understand the things I've said to you in time. Unfortunately, you let me bleed myself dry just as you have become a sacrifice, so was I for you. I do not need you in my life with all your negative feedback or lack of emotional support. I needed you to be there at my worst, not when you felt like being a friend. Time has shown me that wounds can heal and scars will remain but love cannot conquer all fears because my love for you has destroyed me instead. I am rising now, as high up as I can fly, where not even you or anyone else can harm me. Do I feel sad at times for the loss then yes I will admit that it is so but would I ever came, I can never really know. You never hurt the ones you love. Who was stupid enough to even say that? I'm walking away from all the pain, the guilt, the resentment that would eat me up day and night. You were not there those moments I shed tears at dawn's early light. So how can you say I deal the same to you? I am still here in the distance where you have shown me my place. Unlike the others who surround you, I was pure and I was love, yet you tainted and tarnished the only beauty that encompassed you. How can you seriously feel this way after all this time? Your love never meant a thing when you don't even understand or trust me or communicate with me. I guess you were right all along. We were never meant to be. If home is what you're looking for, then you will know where to find me but my love I can never give to you anymore for you yourself put away the flame.