Sticks And Stones, Blood and Throne

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I was along the beautiful shore

Watching about and gazing at the beautiful war.


When my notion came around,

It told me it was my last day;

beneath the stars,

underneath my shady tree

beside my car

I was stranded–

"I'm gonna go."


My guitar played one last time

I strummed my fingers across of it one last time

I felt my heart beat one last time

I loved myself for a second one last time

I kissed myself goodbye one last time

I bled myself to lie one last time

I worshipped the dead one last time

I counted my blessings one last time

I created chaos in the best of itself one last time,

I died– one last time.


I was roaming around

This empty road

I was looking towards

myself because that's what showed

across the large slogan

that painted my life together in one, large canvas.


I was talking, talking, talking

I didn't dismiss my laughter for misery

I was dying on account of myself

I didn't know how to live; salvation wasn't in my dictionary

I stopped talking, talking, talking

I started hurting, hurting, hurting

Ended up bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

Wound up dying, dying, dying.


"Wait for me,"

Plead in my sense came out

I was begging

Begging please,

I was waiting

For someone to start waiting for me

I was crying

because I waited for too long

I waited for too long and my bones started to rot

My skin started to fade

My blood started to melt

I was dying

But I didn't know how to save myself.


I was trying to find the person that stole my heart

But all I could see in the distance was one that was playing with either string

The string that hummed the tune I never hummed

The string that sang the song I never sang

The string that cried the words I never cried

The string that stung the feelings I never stung

The string that blurted the murmurs I never blurted

The string that wrote the book I never wrote....


I was that string.

You couldn't get hell to come out of my mouth

So you turned me into hell out of myself.



I was dying because I told myself to.


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