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By Kait Kallatch


Submitted:Jan 22, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


~~Life Of Confusion
One day there was leafs one day there was snow the next was feathers hiding bleeding in a row. I caught them in my hand but the wind took them away my eyes were bruised I couldn't even beg for you to stay. I don't ask for much I can't even try the words I speak are filled with broken feelings I have become shy. Can't form a sentence to make things go right no I can't find the things to say it doesn't matter if its before or after midnight. Light and dark won't affect whats gone wrong it doesn't have to do with the setting this isn't that type of song.

My savior is no one but the wicked dreams that cause pain to my head my place oh my place is the place of the unsaid. It's not just one thing when all things go wrong its not just this or that there more to that in this song

You sent me off and I must go my way this is no longer okay those things are over the memories only get colderI am sinking into the ground it always had a place just for me the monsters were always close by they scared me without even having to try they let me choose wrong they let me beg to want out of this all they knew my time would come when I couldn't handle it no not anymore no not all

My savior is no one but the wicked dreams that cause pain to my head my place oh my place is the place of the unsaid.It's not just one thing when all things go wrong its not just this or that there more to that in this song.

You will find the cabinet where the dust lay . Cob webs will have taken over the fort the place I once stayed. Not sure of the place ill be maybe away in a cave or farther and farther apart from my grave. Life makes me stay life is life its taunts me in it's own when. To stay is to fight a fight that cant be won but here I stand close to laying but not enough has been done. Push the limits until they break do what you do I am still here barely awake. Tackle me down for what I do right or wrong hate me for writing hate me for expressing myself in a song. Give it a second to soak in your head maybe everyone else is living maybe I am dead. I am alone in a world where everything is far from bright I am here in violence
I cant cure a fight or the words someone said I can't take whats been done when its published and read.


I know how to forgive I try to forget but you can't forget when rewind keeps being reset.

When her smile fades its not time for a candy aid. Peppermint eyes go sour in a trembling hour taking a walk down the midnught road there is no secret spice to alarm a secret code.


There something about me that I don't understand there is always a lot of things that go unplanned I don't think much about the good as I do the bad I keep track of things that make me sad. Storms that have lasted to long now have ran a course its time for all evil and good to divorce .Listen to the broken words that are scattered in my voice, to the race of all the things or thoughts I have made without joy

We practice what we know but never good enough there always something letting us give up. Do we not love ours self enough are we that low in hope have are imperfections taken up the lands and threaten us so we just don't devote .

Covered up in a cloud the sky's don't pick on me the way they once did but they still wish to forbid those thoughts that they put in my head they still have efforts to drain me of my red. For old times still stream through the currents tides still strong as they search for someone similar with a new point of view. They shall never know the damage they brew its close to affecting all things and people yet they still brew. Mixtures of poison posses us all crawling into us our goodness it all shatters in fall. Seasons change us there no need to fight its what your thinking on those haunted nights. Even in the bright world you sit alone because maybe that home just isn't home.


We practice what we know but never good enough there always something letting us give up. Do we not love ours self enough are we that low in hope have are imperfections taken up the lands and threaten us so we just dont devote .


See only what you allow yourself to see, images are countless and overlapping time. Rip those letters hidden under your bed put away the danger tools that were draining you of your red. If your helpless and alone take hold of the worst of them all because if anyone going to change your mind its the one who caused you to fall.





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