Up to your standarts
Amon Din
Hate it, forgive me... Keep on repeating, Same aim hitting. Missing the fact that I'm missing. Reading dark pages not seeing. Keep running from prison. What am I missing? Why didn't I listen, You say not what I'm hearing. Snearing back, d'you think I forgot All the times you've been pushing me over the top To the future I wanted not. But I still love, And I let judge, I question my guts, I'm tryna tear off masks. Start to bleed too fast, Hate closing in, Is that how you wanted me? Forget my egoistic passions, Forget how to write songs, Make good use of my time. Well, damn it, I tried Till with blood I cried Till my eyes half-blind. D'you still think you were right? You still think I had lied? What do I have to do now? Fight myself till I die?! Tried that too - nothing happened. Try to imagine What's it like to live lifeless, To live prideless Up to your standarts. 1.08.2020 For the beat: Free_NF_Eminem_Type_Beat "Loyalty"
2020-08-04 06:34:07
4
0
Інші вірші поета
Call it too late 3 a.m. Trust Outro I
Інші поети
Upavshii_Zakat
@Upavshii_Zakat
BON BON
@bon_bon_c0xu
Схожі вірші
Всі
Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
45
8
3860
I Saw a Dream
Ілва Стрілецька
I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
102
15
15956