My spine is made of steel And can endure The weight laid upon my shoulders My skin, on the other hand, Is paper thin Ripping with each harsh word I can endure Most things but Words from love ones can destroy -Kel Dayheart
Paper Thin
I make love to the page But it is an unrequited love And I find no comfort Only paper cuts -Kel Dayheart
No Time For Brakes
You're a red convertible accident Waiting to happen You know the kind Slamming on the gas Grinding the clutch in third Going way too fast And way too erratic To brake when the time comes -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #92
Men too young were sent to battlefields. We'll never see them again.
Any More
Break my bones Every single one
Constant Smog
It's like an oppressive black smoke A smog that darkens the lungs
Beg
Beg for mercy It won't be granted
Too Far
How far would you go To get revenge
On the Edge
I am wound so tight That I might break With one more Push -Kel Dayheart
Caustic
There is danger here That yearns to be recognized
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