What awaits

Thursday, June 5, 2008

i have no idea

hold your breath
soon you will feel nothingness
are you alive
or are you dead
we stare blankly into the green abyss
lips are moving
but the charlie brown teacher is all we hear
4 long years
of nothing gained
4 more years
and you have your self a degree

Midnight Phonecalls

hello dear
the night is cold
my thoughts are raceing
my dreams grow old
im sick of being invisable
and i want you to see
that with out my pride
theres nothing left of me
throw your comments
hard like rocks
the impact is criticle
as i hide in my box
attack all you will
and ill play it strong
the pain in side
ill hide for long
bottle it up
and shed no tear
hide away
hopes and fear
i know your tiered
sleep is all you want to do
but i just called
to remind you i love you

death