BLUE SUN ROOM FILK

SLICEANDDICE

Pain Killer (Crimson Red)
Saturday, November 4, 2006

Four poems of mine put together in one song lol... im not insane


CATEGORY: FILK    TIMES READ: 1971    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

They made her life a living hell

The high school halls a battle field

Hurt her feelings every day

Didn't seem to care for life

But all she did was smile it away

And made it seem like she had a prefect life

All their work gone to waste

Not caring about what it does

Not caring of the destruction

But it didn't bring a reaction

She knows how to smile it away

And you'll believe she has no pain

But she was screaming inside her head

Chores:

Give me that razor

Give me that sharp

I don't want to feel this

I just want it to go away

Give me that Pain-Killer

Give me that Pain bringer

My narcotic for the soul

You'll never see my cry over what you did

The only tears I'll ever shied

Are my tears of crimson red

She is begging for your help

Hope you to stop the cause of pain

She is sitting there in your office

She begging and crying for a presence of relief

To stop her from falling

But you just wont believe

She isn't the model victim

And they aren't the attackers you expect

You don't see the scars

So they don't exist

Disbelieving the words spoken

That taking action will ruin your perfect world

They don't hear her silent cry

Chores:

Give me that razor

Give me that sharp

I don't want to feel this

I just want it to go away

Give me that Pain-Killer

Give me that Pain bringer

My narcotic for the soul

You'll never see my cry over what you did

The only tears I'll ever shied

Are my tears of crimson red

Everyday it gets harder and harder

And its getting harder to fight

She hates what they see in her

And she hates that they see it

And all she feels is the pain

She only knows is what works

Doesn't know how to make it end

What way is wrong or what way is right

Her body is asking for death

She fought more and more

And no one bothered to help

Everyday she just a verbal punching bag

And finally she screamed

Chorus:

Give me that razor

Give me that sharp

I don't want to feel this

I just want it to go away

And maybe this time it will stop my heart

Give me that Pain-Killer

Give me that Pain bringer

My narcotic for the soul

A part of me will finally slip in to the black

You'll find after me I am dead

Covered in my tears of crimson red

COMMENTS

Saturday, November 4, 2006 11:17 AM

ROXYFREEFALL


Ok, that was so very good. I had to read it a couple times. Sorta hits close to home. I love it.

Sunday, November 5, 2006 8:45 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Wow...that some powerful stuff, Slice. Dark but honest and emotional:)

BEB

Monday, November 6, 2006 2:00 AM

COSMICFUGITIVE


10/10!!

Powerful stuff Slicie. This was dripping with soul and angst. I LOVED it!

Monday, November 6, 2006 2:44 PM

WOLFPOET


To say the least, you're quite the poet, SliceandDice.

Monday, November 6, 2006 3:12 PM

FIREFLYBLACK


That's pretty awesome, I just started reading some of your other posts. You're really good at this sort of thing.


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