Corridors

by The Poetic Child   Dec 9, 2009


So he stares in the mirror, closed captioned corridors, man u suck at life he screams, bashing horror-ed floors.. grabbing toured cords, having pouring souls.
Its not a heart he got, its a heart covered hole.

Its missing its missing, she just ripped it out
Now he stuck in this rain, but all he feel is drought
How do he cope, How do he breathe, mend this Gash
Before he meet brain with pistol, a Colliding Crash

Crashing and bashing, anger so limitless, pain so high
Depression is in the sky, Hurting so bad he can cry
Overdosing on Syrup, Popping Pills like they Mentos
his mind and heart left wide open...he don't defend those

he's an empty chamber, he gave everything, he tried
he plays the big man in the position, but screw it..he lied
hes weak. hes partial. what you expect from a failure
His dreams are so gone, so now he just buries 'em

Corridors are closing, claustrophobia, panic. Run
But there corridor closed, hes lifeless hes done
Misery over-vatted his mind, hes just forlorn
Stays here waiting for death from his calling corridors

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Ever feel like. You hardly try for something and you always get it, then you try really really hard for something you want so bad and it goes no where near the way you wanted it do.. I know the feeling now..

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