The Truth From Perception |
Humanity... what a sick creationA plague in modern societyPlastic hearts and fake personalitiesIts no longer something uncommonrather, a basic part of livingthe sick welcoming from the darkest hellA n...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 11:20:00 PST |
She |
her wordsaer the bombs droppingonto my defenseless worldto bury it into the groundand turn it into dustmaking it near impossible toreconstruct such a failed brillianceI watch it go down in flamesher w...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:46:00 PST |
A Weary Traveller |
I have walked milesMy boots worn from such harsh terrainMy skin dirty from the pooring rainAnd weary eye’d from all the visions ive seenI start this parrelous walk as a small boyNo one to hold m...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 03:21:00 PST |
Slumber Unto Thy Oceans |
The beach is where i sit nowI breathe in the fresh airThe salt and cool air fill my sensesThe seagulls yelling into the distanceI sit here by myself..Playing my guitar... singing into the nothingnessM...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 05:35:00 PST |
Sora (will not be published) |
Have you ever wondered?Wondered whats out there?A place where fantasy becomes a true reality...A place where mysteries arent really there?A place where you discover the meaning of something importantY...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 10:32:00 PST |
Home Is Where The Heart Is |
I guess I'll go home now...I guess I see my place in this worldAs I lean into the breezeFeeling life blowing my tragedies against meMaking me realize where I went wrongThe plans of my happiness back-f...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 09:21:00 PST |
The Vicious Cycle |
The story of my life begins With a simple pad and pen A few dark secrets, a few shattered dreams Its not so perfect as it really seems I stand on these cliffs against the breeze And write my sickness...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:36:00 PST |
The Ring With No Return |
I pick up the phoneand dial a number i will never forgetI sit patiently and listen to the dissonent sound of the ringIm used to this noiseBut something this time makes me cringeSomething makes my bone...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:27:00 PST |
How Tragic |
I know im good for somethingI want to know what it isJust a spirit without a bodyA meaning without a purposeAs the rain falls upon my weary mindI feel the depressing wind chill brisk my already cold h...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:04:00 PST |
Liar |
What posesses a man to lie?
The shame
The guilt
The depression
Using it as much as a bad drug habit
Just the avenue to save him temporarily
Until he is alone
Only to stare in the mirror to lie to...
Posted by Colby Vicious on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:51:00 PST |
