Post by "The Raven" Scott Levy on Jun 28, 2009 0:36:46 GMT -5
Death…
Death is peculiar. It surrounds itself in obscurity and ambiguity. No one knows when it will wallop, but when it does the end result is always the same. The situations, locations and names change…but either way the heart repudiated to beat.
I walk down a forlorn road alone. I close my eyes and I see you so closely. It is the superlative image and it is the only way I want to remember you. Every aspect of that precious face memorizes my mind with the thoughts of yesterday. You have since left me, but how could I blame you? You have gone to the imperative home that I wish I could join you in. However, the boss has other plans for me. I will travel a more sinister road and conclude my life in a home that I would rather not be. Hades has brighter plans for me then anyone, or so I shall think. Eh, either way my heart will not pump.
I take a trip through nostalgia. I sense the arrivals and I remember the faces, but I refuse to admit that I miss the times of my life. I will look at you face to face and no that only a grudge rest between us, but I miss it. The good times that no one remembers, but the ones I will never forget. Those were the days that truly made me who I am, for better or for worse. I am who I am because you have allowed me to be. I was never stopped and my goals were not preventable. I can not blame you for not stopping me as I would have not stopped me either. I was a sick man, I needed help…but you would not give me help. Can I yell and hold that against you…no. Do I? Yes. Does that make me a worse man, most likely? Would I want it any other way? Negative.
The winner will take all. This is the thrill of one more fight and the last one to fall would have sacrificed their will. I refuse to look back at the world closing in and I celebrate this sweet, sweet, sweet victory. David truly is my motivation, but can you blame me? I regret nothing as the winner takes all.
If I cared anymore, I would still care for nothing. It is a struggle for me to care and I highly doubt that I will ever care again. I was a legend and I was a great. My name will always be remembered and it will continue to strike fear into the hearts of many for decades. My run was immense and terrific and I would not have traded it for anything. If I was purer I would have to thank you, but I can not than you…thank you.
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time, to myself when I was seventeen. First I would prove it was me by saying look under your bed by saying there was a skullcan and a playboy that no one else would know you hid. I would warn myself of the dangers that were to come and hope that I would pick a better way of life.
I got to leave town got another apartment. I spent all my rent, girl you know I enjoyed it. But it is time for me to move on and forget all the mistakes and treasure all the memories. I love this place…I loved this place. It will never be the same again.
Death is peculiar. It surrounds itself in obscurity and ambiguity. No one knows when it will wallop, but when it does the end result is always the same. The situations, locations and names change…but either way the heart repudiated to beat.
I walk down a forlorn road alone. I close my eyes and I see you so closely. It is the superlative image and it is the only way I want to remember you. Every aspect of that precious face memorizes my mind with the thoughts of yesterday. You have since left me, but how could I blame you? You have gone to the imperative home that I wish I could join you in. However, the boss has other plans for me. I will travel a more sinister road and conclude my life in a home that I would rather not be. Hades has brighter plans for me then anyone, or so I shall think. Eh, either way my heart will not pump.
I take a trip through nostalgia. I sense the arrivals and I remember the faces, but I refuse to admit that I miss the times of my life. I will look at you face to face and no that only a grudge rest between us, but I miss it. The good times that no one remembers, but the ones I will never forget. Those were the days that truly made me who I am, for better or for worse. I am who I am because you have allowed me to be. I was never stopped and my goals were not preventable. I can not blame you for not stopping me as I would have not stopped me either. I was a sick man, I needed help…but you would not give me help. Can I yell and hold that against you…no. Do I? Yes. Does that make me a worse man, most likely? Would I want it any other way? Negative.
The winner will take all. This is the thrill of one more fight and the last one to fall would have sacrificed their will. I refuse to look back at the world closing in and I celebrate this sweet, sweet, sweet victory. David truly is my motivation, but can you blame me? I regret nothing as the winner takes all.
If I cared anymore, I would still care for nothing. It is a struggle for me to care and I highly doubt that I will ever care again. I was a legend and I was a great. My name will always be remembered and it will continue to strike fear into the hearts of many for decades. My run was immense and terrific and I would not have traded it for anything. If I was purer I would have to thank you, but I can not than you…thank you.
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time, to myself when I was seventeen. First I would prove it was me by saying look under your bed by saying there was a skullcan and a playboy that no one else would know you hid. I would warn myself of the dangers that were to come and hope that I would pick a better way of life.
I got to leave town got another apartment. I spent all my rent, girl you know I enjoyed it. But it is time for me to move on and forget all the mistakes and treasure all the memories. I love this place…I loved this place. It will never be the same again.
