Beware The Bottled Thoughts Of Angry Young Men

Thursday, September 25, 2008

An Original Thought (Comprised of Unoriginal Thoughts)

The following is a poem I comprised of many different song pieces and fragments...
They belong to their respective owners.


A king in my own mind
Let the demons have their place,
If so its angels you'll create,
Heavy is the head that wears this crown.
Don't want to fool myself anymore,
I'm not your star,
I'm not that beam of light,
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips.
Here's to love, the sickness.
As the pressure grows and these feelings flow,
All the angels praying for me.
As I fall, As I fall.
Oh, how i despise it.
Beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men,
Black and white are all I see,
Hello Darkness my old friend,
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
While I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain.
I remember when I lost my mind.
I close my eyes at what's left inside.
And I stand alone as I cry.

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