Postby Anna Mae » Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:43 pm
My heart devoured in the dark,
can't break free,
from me,Interesting thought.
I SCREAM
HELP ME
H-H-H-H-HELP MEWhy stuttering?
help me...
please...
I cant stand this anymore
the toxicity of my coreAh, the painful realization that our darkness emerges from our own hearts.
not right with God
I feel the rodWhat rod?
and once again....
I SCREAM
HELP ME
H-H-H-H-HELP ME
help me...
please...
why can't i be,
made free,
one of his,
not this,
my heart is torn,
tisThis word felt out of place. why I mourn,
defiled blood,
runs through my veins,
tainting my ways,
making me one of the slain.......
I SCREAM
HELP ME
H-H-H-H-HELP ME
help me...
please...
SET ME FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
MAKE ME CLEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNN!!!
help me...
please...
help me...
This sounds like it would be sung by a heavy metal band.
I can connect with the feeling that you express.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
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“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€