I had a friend,
He was a good pal of mine.
He made out with another girl,
I could give a damn.
He hated church,
I admired him for that.
I agreed with his feelings towards it.
His heart was crushed by that girl.
She said that making out with him,
Was a big mistake.
I comforted him,
I felt that was the right thing to do.
He was always hurt,
By someone or something.
And I was always there,
To help him out.
I never asked for anything in return.
I only wanted him to be,
Who he was.
He and that girl became friends again.
I said "Good for you."
Next thing I know,
They're making out.
I don't really care.
Then I hear that she hurt him again.
Her parents found out,
Caught them in the act.
I think to myself,
Then I get some interesting news.
She's taking him to church.
I think to myself,
You hate church.
I get more news,
He's going to church every Sunday.
He says it's not bad.
I told him he was whipped.
He told me that he's going on his own free will.
I told hi
A crisp moon upon the silver strings,
A dancing darling,
A grand smiling of Christian sweets,
A soul of souls,
Belying against the dragon of my dreams,
The sifts of sands through my fingers fall,
The dreariest scarcest wisps
Of thought broken.
I've come to a realization,
The skips of the draft,
The cold blustering around a broken,
Sea of opposition and depression,
A brandishing belief of cries aloud,
Calling upon the depths of drink,
My sweet dark swirl,
My beautiful disaster of shrouded nulls,
A graceful step upon the grate,
A mast upon a sail that does not exist,
My dreams depth of bravery,
A great sleep up lying the slumber that awaits the death of me
The death of me
A taste of a twinge of love,
A slip of a sliver of life,
A grand and overbidding sense of happiness,
Snuggling within you and myself,
Deep inside my self-conscious,
My direst attires of my heart,
A grand and noble slip of craze,
Dripping with stability and nobility.
Above all the grass greenery is my side,
The great canyon is now lush,
Covered with god's tears and my own,
Sweet sweet suicide,
A leprosy of thoughts,
Spreading from me to you,
Amongst the pier of peers,
Toward the soul and the cowardous tift,
My sleep and my soul striving for your touch,
A grandeur of you and I spinning in a ballroom amongst the drifts of candlelit stairs.
A slow moving song playing softly in the background as your mind swiftly flows within mine,
A great gift your love,
An amazing side of cherished thoughts and dreams....
A million including myself,
Your love, damnation and heavenly
A slip of what I wish, then a slip of what is
Life a damnation
An eternity to be here whilst y