Darkness is spreadin in my heart in this depression Is my past where Im headed? or apocalyptic armageddon? I keep having these visions everyone's dying in sickness blood splattered incisions incidental death of all Christians! I see the bombs exploding around I see dead kids roaming around I hear screams all through the town open graves all in the ground! I see the faces and the terror the scent of death in the air Im running and shaking in fear Ive never been more scared! Is this the end of our life? The visions are always at night. Smoke and warfare. Limited sight! The end is nigh. No way I can fight! The ending is I try to escape. I cannot accept dying as fate! I try to save others in faith but they die! theres never a way ): The last thing I see is darkness I cant breath. Feet stops marchin. Gets darker. Overwhelming nauseous! This is the end. Only coffins and cautions.
that's dark bro I think you need professional help The way it starts yo Just keep that gun on the shelf Just keep that mess to yourself Hey better yet i hear it sells Let's capitalize on this man's misfortune Let's bottle his hate like a spell Use it to get to these kids now They dont understamd what we did now These kids'll buy albums and Not give a damn cuz They don't know the truth of it wow Are we really that freaking heartless To exploit the sadness of artists That we'd cannibalize those we started To see em inspired by that darkness Are we feedin em pills to rejuvinate Are we watching these artists Start losin weight Are we criminals or just excusing fate Are we killing ourselves Or just those we plate And sell to the masses like dinner, wait Are we choppin em up on our own today Is the blood on our hands Is there no escape? How the freak did we come To this fork in our road From left where we killin our own record sales Or right to the end where we let ships sail This sadness encompasses all we fail This mess is our own fault We caused this hell
Ok...This next ones a little dark. Written to a Linkin Park style ballad. You know, Mike/Chester duo.
Crimson Cascade. This is it, the last night of my life Fingers curled around a sharpened knife This world didn't listen, kept hammering me Thank god, finally now its time to be free Tracing the scars along my weathered skin, Remembering now how, I let it begin. Crimson cascade Let the pain slip away Watch old scars just fade Get through one more day So new scars are made Thats the price that I (Pay) Pay attention now, this is serious The wounds are shallow but grevious need for release sends me delirious To everything else im oblivous Couldnt take the days stress Society puts me to the test Feel like a failure, I confess The rage and hate builds unless I find a way to let it out, Siphon off my fear and doubt A sharpened blades my only route To a Crimson cascade Let the pain slip away Watchin old scars just fade Get through one more day So a new scar is made Thats the price that I pay. Pay to be, a man being able to walk the street To be able to stand up and take the heat Shame on the inside, I'm a cheat Can't take it so I admit defeat. Coz the problems this, this razored bliss Its not enough, this knife edged kiss. poised upon the edge of the abyss Frustration up and shakes its fist Left below, I'm lost, helpless Desperation ? I felt this! And the only way out is this, a Crimson cascade, The pain's here to stay As the scars finally fade The end of my day One last scar to be made That's my debt finally paid With my crimson cascade.
Ok. Two seperate comments there your mixing up. One, my song is a little dark. And two, the music to it is somewhat reminiscent of a Linkin Park one to me. Also, while some of their stuff is uplifting, others do have a darker tone. Crawling, Breaking the Habit(watch the video), Carousel, Part of Me, Rising Tied's Kenji. The list goes on.
Ikr, just to make it clear, I aint suicidal, or cutting anymore. Its just something that bubbled up yesterday and I just let it out
Been a few days, I guess its hiatus. contemplating pain with some stray cuts with the razor I can play tough and wake up and not have to say much! I can talk, but wouldn't if I could. Lately Im shut off and not feeling so good. I can relate better with blood cuz pain is a flood & stained is the wood on the floor of what's committed lies my sins and what's forgiven all the blood runs out the living I can finally escape this prison! And as Im laying here driftin away I call her name as I'm slippin away she left me the last gift of pain My very last thought was kissin her face