ElegantDragonMaster

We live we breath, We die we decay, With every word being spoke, Another description being formed, How are we to know what's true? How are we to know what isn't covered? Covered beyond a mask to keep hurt, Nobody knows the absolute pain, Heartache and turmoil, Another life, Another lie, Another fight of survival, What does it matter, Of if we live or die anymore...? We can't see the truth beyond the lies, The torture beyond smiles, The everlasting pain behind the paper, The ink being drawn out onto skin, Never to be erased, Just like scars, What doesn't kill you leaves scars, And those scars are what we keep hidden, Never to show, Never to bl

What is the use when everyone is gone, What is the use when nobody is around, What is the use when you see nothing, What is the use when your used, What then becomes of the person you saw? What has become of this world we knew, From day after day I see my self questioning life, But what has became the use of questions, With no answers? I see my self spiraling away into busy charades, Facades of my own beliefs of others, Only to be re-written onto another story, But what has began to be the repeat? I have yet to be known for sure, But I think it is because of how I am, Such mutiny is crossing over my bones, Such pain folding in on my heart, Th

With everything happening coming and going, It seems I'm slipping from this abyss of growing old and tired, Just like an old dog being weak willed and stiff, I feel I am on my verge of break, But from this abyss I seize to exist, I give up all faith from this unstoppable crisis, And to this crisis I'm pouring all I know to pour, Love hate frustration and anger, Care trust faith and pride, But all I get in return is evil disregard hated and belittled, Disrespected lied to broken to and my will shattering, But shattering is the already cracked pieces appearing from my past, Which was faded to disgrace to the face, But never will I finish this r

Everything I say or do, I hurt those around me... I have no way to begin to repair, Or heal the wounds I've done... Because everything I do is UN-forgivable... All I can say is I'm sorry... But yet... Even the words I'm sorry I can't mutter... I'm broken on the inside... I just hurt someone very close to me.. Someone... That means more than anyone from my past, Present, Or possible future... I have only hurt everyone around me, Whether let it be something I say, Or something I do, But either way it is UN-forgivable... And to this day I bid adieu... I can not continue on this way.. The person I hadn't aimed to hurt, In the least... Even out of

Pretending to be happy, Pretending to be sad, Is better than being a disgrace, And better than being last, it is easier being you, Than it is easier being me, But it is always harder being the third, If there's never a second chance, Better to be hanging by a thread, Than to be hanging by a rope, And yet you still see, The fine threads giving in, I see your not watching me for a little while more, All the while I cry in the corner, Nothing can turn the tears of sorrow, To be borrowed of time, Will there be others who will love them self's, Someone who can show me the way, A light by the candle in the moon light, Some form o