Perils
By Theron Jackson
Somebody’s dead, I believe I’m lost in a waiting room deep inside my head. How a mind can be so consumed. We wait to die, from the perils of our own doom. She says so sweet, you have to talk about it, put your burden on me. As time slips away, I’m stuck here, I’ve become the killers prey. So where are my angels when I bleed? Why am I so afraid to let myself succeed. Maybe if I continue to pray, my demons will fade away. Even though my dreams are lovely but cruel. My heart can’t take this. I need to separate. I need to conquer fear. I need to find love. I need to shed some tears. Because somebody’s dead, and their crying in a waiting room. With memories of me in their head.
By Theron Jackson
Somebody’s dead, I believe I’m lost in a waiting room deep inside my head. How a mind can be so consumed. We wait to die, from the perils of our own doom. She says so sweet, you have to talk about it, put your burden on me. As time slips away, I’m stuck here, I’ve become the killers prey. So where are my angels when I bleed? Why am I so afraid to let myself succeed. Maybe if I continue to pray, my demons will fade away. Even though my dreams are lovely but cruel. My heart can’t take this. I need to separate. I need to conquer fear. I need to find love. I need to shed some tears. Because somebody’s dead, and their crying in a waiting room. With memories of me in their head.
Prelude to a Dying Girl
By: Theron Jackson
Doesn’t the moonlight love to cry in the sunshine?
No one listens, but I do
How funny - they believe
She’s not alive if her smile isn’t pretty
I left the killer in my home, sleeping in my bed
These visions become incorrect
Lost stories that I’ll soon become
Please don’t run, her blood is not fake
“Will she die peacefully?”
A wish for happiness; what’s really just one more mistake
I am not trying to forget myself
It’s just hard to accept this story
For it quickly comes to an end
My life is simply undecided
Could it be that I am lost
Deep within a forest
Sinking in quicksand, and
Gasping for air?
Now frankly, I know what my problem is
It appears to me that no one cares
And maybe they don’t, and so why should I?
‘Cause it hurts to think of more tears in her eyes
Just another tornado waiting for me to succeed
When, someday, I am truly happy
When, someday, I find my life is complete
It shall finally come and grab hold of me
Shred up my ambition; joyfully watch me bleed
Do I believe she is out there?
Well she won’t go away, but
I hope she will eventually show her face
So that I can touch it; break away her pain
(Her degrees of hurt no one should embrace)
Would I bear the prelude to a dying girl?
Only if I could kiss her and resurrect her into my world
We shared hugs and kisses
Her black hair and green eyes
We just couldn’t keep away
With no reason for goodbye
And now she calls me
As the waves come crashing in
Tainted in her rebirth
I’ll soon die again
By: Theron Jackson
Doesn’t the moonlight love to cry in the sunshine?
No one listens, but I do
How funny - they believe
She’s not alive if her smile isn’t pretty
I left the killer in my home, sleeping in my bed
These visions become incorrect
Lost stories that I’ll soon become
Please don’t run, her blood is not fake
“Will she die peacefully?”
A wish for happiness; what’s really just one more mistake
I am not trying to forget myself
It’s just hard to accept this story
For it quickly comes to an end
My life is simply undecided
Could it be that I am lost
Deep within a forest
Sinking in quicksand, and
Gasping for air?
Now frankly, I know what my problem is
It appears to me that no one cares
And maybe they don’t, and so why should I?
‘Cause it hurts to think of more tears in her eyes
Just another tornado waiting for me to succeed
When, someday, I am truly happy
When, someday, I find my life is complete
It shall finally come and grab hold of me
Shred up my ambition; joyfully watch me bleed
Do I believe she is out there?
Well she won’t go away, but
I hope she will eventually show her face
So that I can touch it; break away her pain
(Her degrees of hurt no one should embrace)
Would I bear the prelude to a dying girl?
Only if I could kiss her and resurrect her into my world
We shared hugs and kisses
Her black hair and green eyes
We just couldn’t keep away
With no reason for goodbye
And now she calls me
As the waves come crashing in
Tainted in her rebirth
I’ll soon die again
Where love fades away
By Theron Jackson
Only fools they die without knowing. Just a man I cry without showing. When the killers come blood starts flowing.
To the unknown, until were all gone, and love fades away.
I thought this fear was just in my mind.
It’s so hard to comprehend the reason my heart couldn’t intertwine with the one smile that been erased.
I wake up, I go to sleep, I’m still alone. When you wake up is it true your heart is gone?
Maybe I’m the fool, maybe I don’t understand, are my dreams just lies or was it true, I was holding your hand?
What meaning is the blue sky, if all my eyes ever see are tears. Because I feel only fools, they die without knowing.
I’m just a man and I cry without showing. And when killers come the blood will start flowing to the unknown.
Until were all gone
And love fades
Away.
By Theron Jackson
Only fools they die without knowing. Just a man I cry without showing. When the killers come blood starts flowing.
To the unknown, until were all gone, and love fades away.
I thought this fear was just in my mind.
It’s so hard to comprehend the reason my heart couldn’t intertwine with the one smile that been erased.
I wake up, I go to sleep, I’m still alone. When you wake up is it true your heart is gone?
Maybe I’m the fool, maybe I don’t understand, are my dreams just lies or was it true, I was holding your hand?
What meaning is the blue sky, if all my eyes ever see are tears. Because I feel only fools, they die without knowing.
I’m just a man and I cry without showing. And when killers come the blood will start flowing to the unknown.
Until were all gone
And love fades
Away.
Wherever the rainbow goes
By: Theron Jackson
Wherever the rainbow goes she says they follow, this lesson was learned on my own what is it that’s calling me? A disillusion to many gentle seasons of my rebirth. Careless like my bubble intergraded through my demise, this killer wiping blood off a heated gun. It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stress, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the lesser painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve there figure, for to fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way to many lessons to learn to fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far to unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, your not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the old house built next to the willow tree the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again, I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, to many killers cover in dead leaves my conclusion sing’s songs from out of the gray.
By: Theron Jackson
Wherever the rainbow goes she says they follow, this lesson was learned on my own what is it that’s calling me? A disillusion to many gentle seasons of my rebirth. Careless like my bubble intergraded through my demise, this killer wiping blood off a heated gun. It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stress, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the lesser painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve there figure, for to fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way to many lessons to learn to fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far to unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, your not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the old house built next to the willow tree the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again, I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, to many killers cover in dead leaves my conclusion sing’s songs from out of the gray.
Jen Soignier January 31 at 6:33pm
Theron Jackson January 31 at 6:23pm Report
Wherever the rainbow goes
By: Theron Jackson
It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stressed, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the less painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve their figure, far too fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way too many lessons to learn too fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be a factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far too unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, you’re not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the house next to the willow tree, the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again; I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, too many killers covered in dead leaves my conclusion sings songs from out of the gray.
Wherever the rainbow goes
By: Theron Jackson
It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stressed, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the less painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve their figure, far too fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way too many lessons to learn too fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be a factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far too unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, you’re not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the house next to the willow tree, the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again; I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, too many killers covered in dead leaves my conclusion sings songs from out of the gray.
Wherever the rainbow goes
By: Theron Jackson
Wherever the rainbow goes she says they follow, this lesson was learned on my own what is it that’s calling me? A disillusion to many gentle seasons of my rebirth. Careless like my bubble intergraded through my demise, this killer wiping blood off a heated gun. It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stress, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the lesser painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve there figure, for to fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way to many lessons to learn to fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far to unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, your not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the old house built next to the willow tree the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again, I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, to many killers cover in dead leaves my conclusion sing’s songs from out of the gray.
By: Theron Jackson
Wherever the rainbow goes she says they follow, this lesson was learned on my own what is it that’s calling me? A disillusion to many gentle seasons of my rebirth. Careless like my bubble intergraded through my demise, this killer wiping blood off a heated gun. It’s five o’clock a.m. I’m bleeding, this world has me stress, the argument was uncalled for but she pushed it. Stop begging me to do this none of us were capable to deviate songs from hell’s lullaby. I’ve chosen the lesser painful thoughts unruly destructions I’ll call her a bitch. That unpredictable word, “flat liners” ugly girls sniffing on white lines to improve there figure, for to fat for the mirror. It kills to be jaded, way to many lessons to learn to fast. I’m a mess all those tears making the sun feel like it doesn’t belong. None of this has to be factor, the sad stories concluded while being murdered by demons. The dreams of heaven, angels making love under the willow tree, the smoke is getting in my eyes, far to unstable to be incomplete. Listen to the whispers chant the words I love you, god knows how much I do. Does it ever get any better I thought it would, but pain seems to be my only true friend, maybe that’s how it is for everybody? Oh how I remember as if it was yesterday, she ran away from me, I shouldn’t have said what I did. Words can cut like a knife, she said with tears running down her face. You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, you haven’t lived my life, your not god so stop trying to be! She was right I was trying to be something that I wasn’t; she went home, to the old house built next to the willow tree the one she always dreamed about. For days to come I constantly pondered what it would be like to see her face again, I wish I could see her just one more time. So funny I allowed myself to be trapped inside my own imagination and she was just trying to break me free. Where can I find happiness again pretty smiles don’t grow on trees, to many killers cover in dead leaves my conclusion sing’s songs from out of the gray.
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