creepinson

SUp i havent posted in so long... but heres a song, its the first of a three parter which ill be posting over the next little while
it will make more sense when i get the others up
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Pens and Pencils
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Don’t tell me these men have families,
Don’t tell me these women have feelings
I never wanted to come here,
And I’m told I’m beyond healing

I’ve begun to keep a diary
Because there’s little more I can do
As long as I know I’m going to die
Ill do my best to speak the truth

I’ve found there’s little use for hope
Now I've accepted what must happen,
And if I’m alive enough to feel a final breath
Ill make sure I spend it laughing

Now I realize the problem doesn’t lie in the words that they say,
But in the silence that they follow
And they pause before saying I’m blessed with a chance
But these blessings just seem hollow

And the doctors tell me although I die
I'll be able to save more than a few
But I don’t feel life in these faceless things breathing for me
So I guess its little more than good news

That’s one small step for man
(I step into this hospital bed)
And one giant leap for man kind
(And I’m as good as dead)

I don’t feel any life inside these things living for me
But who am I to say
I don’t feel any life in these phantoms living for me
They'll be more alive than me
Anyone of these days