Don't Give Me Trust
Don't you trust me,
Don't you dare.
You'll soon see,
That you shouldn't have cared.
Why did you place,
The trust on my lap?
Should have let it an empty space,
And then you wouldn't have been in my trap.
You should listen to me when I tell you,
Trust me not 'cause I will disapoint.
I'll leave you all torn up and blue,
And I'll beat you trust and disjoint,
You heart as it will rust,
'Cause I will be the one,
Who betrays your trust.
And that is when your trust is done.
In The Silence
Silence is too quiet,
It tortures us until we break it.
I was silent for a reason,
The reason not to cause trouble,
But that is all I ever did.
Troubled to stop the pain of my past,
Troubled to hear your voice calling for me,
Troubled to much to grab your hand,
So you could set me free.
In the silence you see struggle,
In the silence you can't see,
You can't breathe.
In the silence you can't hear me,
No matter how loud my voice exceeds.
Never being helped in my eternal silence.
Like a seagull flying high,
As I hear your distant cry.
Not of pain but of suggestion,
Wait for me is the question.
Gliding down with all concern,
The bird I found will take its turn.
Disguised in innocence and great meekness,
My ignorance becomes my weakness.
Plucking feathers from my wings,
It’s unnoticeable, for innocence she sings.
Shaded by deceptions peaceful nature,
Now my trust she will capture.
Follows me down to the vigorous sea,
And still in her eyes you see purity.
Sending vultures to eat my soul,
I’m struggling up as you call.
Gliding up to the surface,
The sea water has revealed her purpose.
My feathers are torn; they’ll grow back,
Deception’s innocence has now lacked.
Is It Really Justice or Just Revenge?
Is capital punishment justice or is it revenge?
This is the question that I want to defend.
Is it really justice if you have to kill someone?
Or is the killing of a being just for your fun?
Is a murder really justified if the culprit spends less time in jail?
If so then it seems capital punishment is just easy bail.
They should be punished and not given an out of jail card,
All capital punishment is doing is spending money, cold and hard.
Wanting them to die doesn’t seem like justice but revenge?
It leaves blood on your hands when there life ends.
Life is full of trials and tribulations this is a must,
But if you kill a man then it won’t make life any more just.
Justice is using authority to give a fair decree,
But intended death to a being doesn’t seem fair to me.
Revenge is to satisfy in retaliation,
But death’s your one hit wonder, one satisfaction.
So I will always choose the criminals to defend,
Leaving you with your decision: justice or revenge?
What does that make you?
If you work in capital punishment what does that make you?
If you kill a murderer I think that’s murder too.
If you hurt some one would you expect it to be returned?
But from your point of view that hurt would have been earned.
I agree they should be punished, I really, really do,
But I also think we should help them to get through.
Do you really consider all of their concerns?
Or do you think: murder, now it’s their turn.
Murder is an intentional killing in the laws sight,
Just because capital punishment is in the law doesn’t make it right.
It’s just like a policeman breaking the law,
And the authorities turn a blind eye lacking awe.
If they are not justified to their discrepancies,
Do you think our crime sentences really should be?
We should be punished for our major illegal wrongs,
But if they aren’t then justice in society does not belong.
Because if we as a society lets capital murder carry through,
Just sit and ask yourself what does that really make you?
Her Lip Disguised Sweet
NOTE: sexual things-metaphor to alcoholism(or any addiction)
Emotions will trap you, decieve your desires
Her gasoline substance, life lights the fires
She's a box with your heart, with once brilliant glows
Your desertlike mouth to up from below
Purging at the sight of her numbliness bliss
Tempting yet wrong-her deadliest kiss
Her tounge engages you once, it's up then it's down
Blind, death and dumb at the logical sound
She's a snare, she's a trap-you can be let go
She hurts as she wraps yet feels soft as snow
Addiction? Reluctance? Your feet set in stone
But open your eyes- you wont be alone.
She cheated! she's lustful, her beauty, her taste
Burned by her lovers, still stay with the waste
Her legs wrapped around you, her arms 'round another
You obey her mindless as if she's your mother
Her scratch kills you slowly-too numb to see
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