Nunashi
Um I don't own GW or anything from It K
-DreamBerry
Here we go…
The curtain rises, I walk out into the lie that is my life
behind a mask of tears and smiles,
I have one meaning to stand and not flinch
It's not hard I have nothing to loose
I have no memories to sooth my soul
I have felt no love there for cannot feel pain.
You say trust me, believe me…
I say what is trust a thing to be shattered and misused?
Put yourself in my shoes the shoes of a clown how do I give trust?
I've blocked out that part of me it's better that way!
I've been hurt so many times before, they use me abuse me and throw me out,
until I am picked up to be used again
I have been hiding for some time now, a born soldier hiding behind a mask.
That is where my thought's lie my hopes and dreams are thrown into the dark corner of my mind they are to painful to seek and to horrible to forget
You say trust me…
The crowd cheers, the knife is thrown, I will not flinch
It is coming straight for my face
maybe this is for the best I was born to serve orders
I shall not move here comes the knife…
Blood on my cheek but I served my purpose
Maybe next time I'll be more lucky,
maybe next time that very knife will put an end
to this miserable excuse for a human being.
I want to cry for the pain goes deeper than any knife.
But the tears are too deep…
If I trust you will I be you tool to use, abuse, and throw back into that dark corner?
I am lonely…and you say trust.
This is a poem from Trowa's point of view, when he first joins the circus… And the one who says trust is Catherine
Please R&R at: dreamberry86@hotmail.com -senks: DreamBerry
Um I don't own GW or anything from It K
-DreamBerry
Here we go…
The curtain rises, I walk out into the lie that is my life
behind a mask of tears and smiles,
I have one meaning to stand and not flinch
It's not hard I have nothing to loose
I have no memories to sooth my soul
I have felt no love there for cannot feel pain.
You say trust me, believe me…
I say what is trust a thing to be shattered and misused?
Put yourself in my shoes the shoes of a clown how do I give trust?
I've blocked out that part of me it's better that way!
I've been hurt so many times before, they use me abuse me and throw me out,
until I am picked up to be used again
I have been hiding for some time now, a born soldier hiding behind a mask.
That is where my thought's lie my hopes and dreams are thrown into the dark corner of my mind they are to painful to seek and to horrible to forget
You say trust me…
The crowd cheers, the knife is thrown, I will not flinch
It is coming straight for my face
maybe this is for the best I was born to serve orders
I shall not move here comes the knife…
Blood on my cheek but I served my purpose
Maybe next time I'll be more lucky,
maybe next time that very knife will put an end
to this miserable excuse for a human being.
I want to cry for the pain goes deeper than any knife.
But the tears are too deep…
If I trust you will I be you tool to use, abuse, and throw back into that dark corner?
I am lonely…and you say trust.
This is a poem from Trowa's point of view, when he first joins the circus… And the one who says trust is Catherine
Please R&R at: dreamberry86@hotmail.com -senks: DreamBerry
