anon_amarth

Forgive Me For That Which I Have Yet To Do

I've got the weight of the world
on my shoulders.
I have life clinging to my hands.
Held high above my head.

I stand, with the sky held on me,
and on shaky ground beneath.
The endless skies,
hold an unfathomable weight.

And the earth shifts underfoot.
And when you decide it's what counts
is inside.
The outside still crumbles away.

I am Atlas, I hold everything up,
and I am too damn nice
to pawn it off.

I am the mountain,
keeping the sky and earth away.
And it all depends on me.

I am useless,
but I still have to do this
battle wary, scarred, beaten down,
and fucking done.

Blackmail, and threats work well.
I'm glad you can read me so.
Practicing evil, betraying trust,
and my soul is but a flickering hope.

I stand so tall, carrying the weight of everything.
I hold myself, and let everything come to bare.

My overexposed heart
(Pecked away by the vultures)

My unrequited kindness
(available upon request)

Requiscat in pace
(all the boundaries I had set)

How long has this been going on?
When will this finally end?
Am I to give up the ghost,
bite the bullet,
and just take this lying down?

I don't need to matter,
because i am pitiful.
a poor excuse for a cretin.

This is my burden to bare,
and nothing can change that.
so let what happens happen.

....................and..........................
....................god..........................
....................help.........................
....................me...........................
....................if..............................
....................i ..............................
can ask for anyone to help because
....................no............................
....................one..........................
....................can..........................
....................help.........................
....................when........................
....................you..........................
....................are...........................
....................on............................
....................the...........................
....................cross.......................

Crucified for my beliefs.
Gotta love it.

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