zoned
29-10-2007, 17:03
bla it's been long since i last wrote something
Trapped
Soon as he stepped to the streets he was swept by the heat
It was a test just to see if he’d rule or rest with defeat
Adversities? He was faced with a lot but kept a clear head for the sake of a god
He came to the top but couldn’t stand the pain that he got
Abandoned by the lives that he helped, alone he had to get by with himself
Demons deciding his health forced to survive under stealth
Treading like soldiers surrounded by many mines
The devil takes out a contract and then he signs
He aims to please but questions how this came to be
Scared by the flames he sees he regrets, prays and pleas
On his knees dripping tears and sweat he tried to be at his best
But feels near to death like a sharp knife pierced his chest
Creating a wound so deep that puts his soul to sleep
Dark prints on the soles of feet and shoulders beat
Pushing boulders he can barely budge and foot prints bare with blood
On his last breath he glares the mud he tares a rug
Write the lines “I sold my soul to the devil may it never happen to you..
I was battling through but I never made it back out of his tomb”
Trapped
Soon as he stepped to the streets he was swept by the heat
It was a test just to see if he’d rule or rest with defeat
Adversities? He was faced with a lot but kept a clear head for the sake of a god
He came to the top but couldn’t stand the pain that he got
Abandoned by the lives that he helped, alone he had to get by with himself
Demons deciding his health forced to survive under stealth
Treading like soldiers surrounded by many mines
The devil takes out a contract and then he signs
He aims to please but questions how this came to be
Scared by the flames he sees he regrets, prays and pleas
On his knees dripping tears and sweat he tried to be at his best
But feels near to death like a sharp knife pierced his chest
Creating a wound so deep that puts his soul to sleep
Dark prints on the soles of feet and shoulders beat
Pushing boulders he can barely budge and foot prints bare with blood
On his last breath he glares the mud he tares a rug
Write the lines “I sold my soul to the devil may it never happen to you..
I was battling through but I never made it back out of his tomb”