I know...
I know not what to expect.
I know not what is not there.
I cannot explain it all.
I'm losing my grip on these things.
I've realized that I've succeeded in my goals.
Which is the point of succeeding.
Each breath I take is a struggle.
Each hope, I find empty.
Like promises.
With this breath I plead guilty.
None of you know who I am.
None of you know who I'll be.
Or will I even,be.
As time draws closer.
I hold in hand, the key to my life.
Pandora's box, they say.
When opened, lets out thousands of spirits.
Let it be known, I care not for those seeking righteousness.
But for the petty, lost, life which is given.
In time seeks virtue.
With clock strikes time.
As the needle turns, It gets closer.
Closer to that hour.
That saying.
That documented moment.
For what you fear the most..
Isn't far behind.
I've come to know
that there is no heaven,
and there is no hell.
There's no in between.
If there was, why would so many people be afraid.
If God forgives everyone, and will save those who believe in him.
On you deathbed, you could say "i trust and believe in the lord" , and it should save you.
So many things in this world make sense but they don't know it yet.
It's like that passing time.
You stay home to watch TV, but you leave home to miss TV shows.
So what's the point of a DVR or VCR.
I'll hold on a little longer.
I'll portray this....gift.
I'll hold on to what's lost.
This knowing, this....power.
Forgive those who trespass.
Forget those once lost.
As forever my life has become.
This story line ends here.
Cry if you must.
Laugh if you please.
But just take into thought,
the consideration.
The demise.
The pleading bargain.
The lamp doth not shine without oil.
The lies that we weave come unwound.
The souls of the men we've lost.
The men to come.
Cryptic.
Citpyrc.
Cit-y....payrc-park.
city park.
Cryptic in the city park.
Look for me one day, will you?
All I ask is this.
What is done is done..
What is done has finished.
And on my way now.
I see no light.
I see not fire.
I see blackness.
Consuming everything around me.
And with this I bury myself with my songs.
Ones that have survived me long.
Keeping is going.
Savoir.
If I ask for your forgiveness.
Will I see that light.
Will I see that nothingness that you promise.
When I put this down.
And press the button.
I will be gone.
I will not be remembered as something great.
But something lost, and forgotten.
A Darby Crash complex.
Most wonder who he is, because of John Lennon.
I feel it's time.
I'm young.
But not scared.
I always thought I'd be scared.
I always thought I'd cry.
But I'm smiling.
Because I know what waits.
I know what happens.
There is not fear.
It doesn't hurt.
It doesn't forgive.
Demented Are Go! shirt.
Black pants,with rolled up ankles.
Black adidas.
My leather jacket.
My hair, as is.
My heart, never forgotten.
I love you.
<3
I love you.
I know not what is not there.
I cannot explain it all.
I'm losing my grip on these things.
I've realized that I've succeeded in my goals.
Which is the point of succeeding.
Each breath I take is a struggle.
Each hope, I find empty.
Like promises.
With this breath I plead guilty.
None of you know who I am.
None of you know who I'll be.
Or will I even,be.
As time draws closer.
I hold in hand, the key to my life.
Pandora's box, they say.
When opened, lets out thousands of spirits.
Let it be known, I care not for those seeking righteousness.
But for the petty, lost, life which is given.
In time seeks virtue.
With clock strikes time.
As the needle turns, It gets closer.
Closer to that hour.
That saying.
That documented moment.
For what you fear the most..
Isn't far behind.
I've come to know
that there is no heaven,
and there is no hell.
There's no in between.
If there was, why would so many people be afraid.
If God forgives everyone, and will save those who believe in him.
On you deathbed, you could say "i trust and believe in the lord" , and it should save you.
So many things in this world make sense but they don't know it yet.
It's like that passing time.
You stay home to watch TV, but you leave home to miss TV shows.
So what's the point of a DVR or VCR.
I'll hold on a little longer.
I'll portray this....gift.
I'll hold on to what's lost.
This knowing, this....power.
Forgive those who trespass.
Forget those once lost.
As forever my life has become.
This story line ends here.
Cry if you must.
Laugh if you please.
But just take into thought,
the consideration.
The demise.
The pleading bargain.
The lamp doth not shine without oil.
The lies that we weave come unwound.
The souls of the men we've lost.
The men to come.
Cryptic.
Citpyrc.
Cit-y....payrc-park.
city park.
Cryptic in the city park.
Look for me one day, will you?
All I ask is this.
What is done is done..
What is done has finished.
And on my way now.
I see no light.
I see not fire.
I see blackness.
Consuming everything around me.
And with this I bury myself with my songs.
Ones that have survived me long.
Keeping is going.
Savoir.
If I ask for your forgiveness.
Will I see that light.
Will I see that nothingness that you promise.
When I put this down.
And press the button.
I will be gone.
I will not be remembered as something great.
But something lost, and forgotten.
A Darby Crash complex.
Most wonder who he is, because of John Lennon.
I feel it's time.
I'm young.
But not scared.
I always thought I'd be scared.
I always thought I'd cry.
But I'm smiling.
Because I know what waits.
I know what happens.
There is not fear.
It doesn't hurt.
It doesn't forgive.
Demented Are Go! shirt.
Black pants,with rolled up ankles.
Black adidas.
My leather jacket.
My hair, as is.
My heart, never forgotten.
I love you.
<3
I love you.