Jimbo
03-26-2013, 07:59 AM
I’m chained, shackled and tied to a cross;
Palms stained, blackened, dried blood makes a gloss.
I’m seething, yearning for this pain to end;
Bleeding, burning, wishing this punishment was pretend.
I’m soaked, broke, cold, holding out for release;
Wasn’t it foretold the deceased will be rewarded with peace.
I’m screaming, stealing noise from the eerie silence;
Evil heathens gleeful at my teary pleas to end the violence.
My wrists slit, neck twisted and eyes rolled;
Its quick, thankful my wish was gifted as darkness unfolds.
My spirit rises, I am rising, the stars shining bright;
The soul is no longer residing in its body - I can see the light.
My lifeless vessel is cut down ruthlessly to the floor;
Heathens wrestle over who’s is he, crows circle in awe.
My life has ended, transcended into something more;
Or at least my mind invented a nicer ending then what was in store.
It’s my mind, my mind that I adore…
Palms stained, blackened, dried blood makes a gloss.
I’m seething, yearning for this pain to end;
Bleeding, burning, wishing this punishment was pretend.
I’m soaked, broke, cold, holding out for release;
Wasn’t it foretold the deceased will be rewarded with peace.
I’m screaming, stealing noise from the eerie silence;
Evil heathens gleeful at my teary pleas to end the violence.
My wrists slit, neck twisted and eyes rolled;
Its quick, thankful my wish was gifted as darkness unfolds.
My spirit rises, I am rising, the stars shining bright;
The soul is no longer residing in its body - I can see the light.
My lifeless vessel is cut down ruthlessly to the floor;
Heathens wrestle over who’s is he, crows circle in awe.
My life has ended, transcended into something more;
Or at least my mind invented a nicer ending then what was in store.
It’s my mind, my mind that I adore…