....maddness saves the broken child
[Without Inspiration]
[Familair Ground]
[Silence]
[The Death of a God]
[Media]
[Snow Angels]
[Vanity]
[Reflect]
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Without Inspiration
*
the grey sky whispers agony
into my burdoned ears
take away this symphony
of scars from prior years
violent pains cover me
the tremours hard and fast
taken by my destiny
i'll always come up last
palened skin and eye's of black
that whisper to the sky
bitter screams were taken back
be stong you musn't cry
a lonely child alley-way
teddy bear in hand
her angry soul has gone astray
to paralize the land
that she is me:i've taken ill
no matter how i fight
i'll fall apart:the bitter pill
i scream out in the night
*
Familair Ground
*
Lonley allies ever speaking
on cracked pavement my feet pound
sullen eyes always beseching
take us to familiar ground
lost and broken left unspoken
lies and angels become one
weakened hands of broken souls
step into the violent sun
sacred havens from the darkness
words that children fear to say
in the storm drain someones drowning
this is were the soured play
*
Silence
*
stiring silence in the hallway
darkened eyes that watch the moon
sickened sadness on the highway
deaths embrace will have me soon
so i'm not a gilded saviour
so i'm dieing from inside
see unparalleled behavior
maddness saves the broken child
my meaningless abused ambition
lost in "life" without a home
take away my old adiction
to make strong my brittle bones
*
The Death of a God
*
the heavens cry in mourning
the thunder screams his name
the lightning beats the rythm
as it all comes down again
a god was first created
ordained by man himself
and made so powefull
it jepordized his heath
a god has only little strength
which is given onto him
through worship and through praise
through greed and through sin
becarefull who you name a god
for they may turn on you
you'll find yourself in padded rooms
from things you never knew
you assume your god's perfect
and that none compaire
but then you turn to his emrace
and see he's never there
you name so many gods in life
your friends, your stars ,yourself
pretty soon you to fall ill
from such uncommon wealth
you see the vicous cycle
the worship and dispair
the issue is that most your gods
never really care
*
Media
*
splash of puddles 'neath her feet
as she runs away
the sound of sirens follow her
the sullen came to play
knife in hand she falls beseaching
to be sent to higher ground
but within her voice she is preaching
"let me die before i'm found"
callus angels watch her lie there
as they wait in quiet song
as she lay there dieing hopeing
that she'll go were she belongs
footsteps seem to flood the alley
however they're all to late
they find her fallen blooded broken
with the blade she sealed her fate
no choice had she to kill her maker
no ruby jewels adorned his crown
with beer in hand he claims he'll save her
"just be quiet, BITCH LAY DOWN"
the paper's say she was a monster
who guilt attacked then suicide
the spirits say this torchured angel
carried justice by her side...
*
Snow Angels
*
crystal stars drift to the ground
harsh winter breezes blow
a debauched angel takes her place
amongst new fallen snow
her misty eyes once specked with fear
are stained a blackened grey
as memories seep through her skin
to bid red slush to play
alone she hid , away from him
encased in wool cocoon
a lone flame's prayer to her God
that he might take her soon
he'd come down again , her demon dark
assault her in her sleep
fresh made lies slip past her ears
the vile truth she'll keep
a violent flame within her burnt
the spawn of demons grew
it now 'came clear the time was neer
she had to go , she knew
her petty God no savior
unto her burdoned soul
a blade she carried in her hand
her freedom from this hole
the demon finds no warmth within
so out the door he calls
noone to catch her ; gentle limbs
drop slowly as she falls
*
Vanity
*
a gentle tide washes over
scars soo lost in skins decay
the crimson water cleansing saving
in the tide pools fishes play
swim along her tattered body
mostly from her self-destruct
wounds from razors, lighters , needles
this time she will not get up
delicate fingers , water swollen
shining silver rings catch eye
of hungry birds seeking breakfast
spoting prey they swoop and dive
one eye left she gazes upward
clouded by her final leap
emty sockets soon will become
homes for spiders crawling deep
pallid lips ever screaming
blood still pours from deep inside
the fiddler crabs come to savor
pieces of her suicide.
*
Reflect
*
she sits alone in her darkness
oblivion drops from her hand
somewere angels sing a chorus
she knows alone she cannot stand
fallen from the times before her
trammpled from what might have been
if she'd only screamed her feelings
she'd not be knocked down once again
try, she must to gain her freedom
something she has never had
somewere angels sing a chorus
liquid red just turns her bad
bloodshot eyes from sleepless hours
blood soaked skin from time again
new releases ever draining
turn away from what had been
anger shoots from in her body
pain surrounds from where it dwells
somewere angels sing a chorus
drowning in her lonely hell
she shuts her eyes to all her horror
every time she kills herself
in her dreams she has no honour
in her mind she's someone else
© 2000 J.Roux
