Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sounds unheard of in a town unkown

My heart is like an oven

the feeling I feel is always nothing

when i'm around you

i feel like I'm nothing

but i realize now its not just me

its you thats below the nothing (thank you for making me)

the same nothing you keep feeding me

the same nothing i keep putting up with (thank you for making me feel special)

the nothing that makes my soul

sometimes feels to me like a hot engine

its beenn overdriven

driving on down the war path

on the path

to destruction

he began his killings

but the judge ruled his acts multiple homocide

the clue was the hidden sign

when folks said that he was always shy

they knew something was wrong

it was his cleverness that made him slide

slither off the curb

on the curve of the disturbed

it did not occur to them

the towns people that never stood a chance

everything always rests

on the destructin of this one man

him alone with his gun

he can take you control

take it down with the ship

like an anchor dropping in the ocean

he's on the curve of disturbed

in this chaos of comotion

he sets aside he emotions

but still he leans on the verge of destruction

he prays to god "please please stop these damn four walls from closing"

but nobody knows it that this was going to happen

in a town that had not yet awoken

until the sirens rang,

a sound that was unheard of in a town unknown

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