Not really a poem, but a song.

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Artoo Detoo, Oct 22, 2004.

  1. Artoo Detoo

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    Erase Me

    Erase me with a side of silence, a full cup of rotten disgrace
    Baray of Razor Sharp Objects, for desert carve a smile on my face
    I've seen heaven and it's no so pretty, like the books say it's all a lie
    Hell's made the better offer for me, I just have to commit double homicide
    On second thought I'll go where I want to, I see no reason why I should choose
    But before you judge what I do, try to walk a mile in my shoes
    If you think God gave the launch codes, I have doubts about Him who ye serve
    But for now just tell all of those, Your God gave them just what they deserve


    I come home to a shattered window, like the pieces of a broken heart
    I feel empy, I still feel hollow, I'd rebuild but I don't know where to start
    Like a picture that you hang in your room, they're in my head and their all torn down
    Crush the flower when you know it can't bloom, I'll remember when I'm six feet under ground
    So cut me up like a turkey dinner, throw my ashes in a fucking river
    Justify it because I'm 'just a sinner', maybe you did me a favor
    Feel like I'm in their purgatory, going nowhere, circles in a square
    When it's over I won't be sorry, I did what I thought was right I swear!


    And every time I try to cleanse these regrets, I have found that they will never regress
    And if I could erase these tears I have shed.... I'd be better off dead!


    I try to invision what life would be like, if I never walked down that road
    Maybe it would set my life right, but I guess I'll never know
    Deep down I'm glad I can't change the past, if I could what point would there be?
    Make life perfect, make some "true love" last, but perfection lacks humanity
    Take a trip down memory lane, remake the mistakes that I've made
    There's still nothing that I would change, those wounds make me who I am today
    So go ahead and keep your heads held up high, burn me down like a Samaritans home
    I'll be laughing till the day that I die, Ye without Sin can cast the first stone!


    And every time I try to cleanse these regrets, I have found that they will never regress
    And if I could erase these tears I have shed.... I'd be better off dead!
     

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