Cold Shoulder, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

I am transparent 
A whisper of wind 
My soul is lost 
It matters not 
It seems so quiet now 
I walk accross the path of despair 
I know not where I stand 
My thoughts are not counted 
Days pass me by 
I can see your shadow 
I am standing in it 
You've changed my life 
And you'll never know 
I just want it to end 
At last I'd be free 
I can't take it anymore 
I thought that I knew you 
But only in my dreams 
An image 
But In reality 
Sadness consumes me 
I cannot predict 
What lies ahead 
This darkness is as cold as ice 
Still I stand here 
On a beach by the ocean 
Retracing your footsteps 
I swear I'm walking forward 
But I seem to be moving backwards 
Death has come 
It greets me with an evil grin 
Leads me to his depressing prison 
Where torture is pleasure 
And pleasure is torture 
I need you not 
My prayers do not phase you 
You are nothing to me 
Just as I am to you 
Bruises are as birthmarks 
Upon my skin 
The devil has come to save me 
Because you God turned the other shoulder 
And left me here to wait in your shadow 
I would rather go to hell 
Then know that you could not forgive my sins
Posted: 2005-04-10 01:50:10 UTC

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