Wishing Well

depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Devil’s hand
I takes my time
Devil’s hand
Bids its time
Devil’s had
Waiting there
Devil’s hand
Not in sight
Devil’s hand
Day and night

Dream your wish
Well you can pray
Yearn for things
Yearn for a better day

But there’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
Catching dreams
Casting hell
There’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
You may not see
But you sure can tell

Make your cast
Through that penny away
You heard a splash
But you just can’t tell

He digs in deep
He bids his time
He awaits your treat
To buy more lives

Oh there’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
Catching dreams
Casting hell
There’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
The more you pay
The stronger the spell
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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  • Your words a frightening... loud and true.
    Movement, actions, images, thoughts, perceptions, ideals all seem to forge within me a strength of doubt that renders me incapable of associating my life with normality and the thoughts of a well balanced and functional pedestrian. -JDP
  • Ooooo, I can just see him slithering around down in the depths of Well! The rotten bastid---stealing pennies for false promises. Very cool, depop! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • thanx



    ............
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • Devil’s hand
    I takes my time
    Devil’s hand
    Bids its time
    Devil’s had
    Waiting there
    Devil’s hand
    Not in sight
    Devil’s hand
    Day and night

    Dream your wish
    Well you can pray
    Yearn for things
    Yearn for a better day

    But there’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
    Catching dreams
    Casting hell
    There’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
    You may not see
    But you sure can tell

    Make your cast
    Through that penny away
    You heard a splash
    But you just can’t tell

    He digs in deep
    He bids his time
    He awaits your treat
    To buy more lives

    Oh there’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
    Catching dreams
    Casting hell
    There’s a Devil’s hand at the wishing well
    The more you pay
    The stronger the spell


    SPELLBOUND!!!! This is so true!! I have felt this way & can relate more than you'll ever know!!!
    I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
    Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    Good read depop...I really like the end. :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • thanks all, it's been a pleasure
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    I think this one is pretty cool too.
  • pacifier wrote:
    I think this one is pretty cool too.


    thanks ms pacman
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    Something rising into the light
    what's making its way to here
    stomping upon every nerve
    void of compassion and feeling
    whispering tales to create a fear
    opening minds to fall into the dark and then
    enters devouring
    constantly feeding
    soaking in the joy of disassembling

    oh how can I
    can I feel this inside
    this isn't me
    not the way I wanted to be
    consuming me
    devour you
    constantly
    controlling me
    causing suffering

    killing me
    dominating
    all of me
    down to you
    over you

    quickly now
    can't you sense it's closing in
    nowhere to go
    confront the beast
    nowhere to go
    fight your way free
    does your fear begin to fade
    it's the only way
    to grasp the light
    to secure your life

    Killing me
    I want to
    set yourself free
    shred the path
    reversing
    put that will
    back upon me
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • I can see the pain that comforts me
    wondering now
    looking deep
    I can see the pain that comforts me
    cradles my soul
    encompasses completely
    I can see the pain that comforts me
    providing wings
    to set me free

    I know that this does
    bring you and others pain
    makes you question
    wonder why this is happening

    The whole world needs
    a little bit more suffering
    To cause commotion
    second guessing
    never trust in one another

    The world needs a little,
    maybe a lot more of this
    to feed my needs
    to comfort me

    I succumb to those who stand
    hand in hand
    that do unite
    I succumb to those with will
    who hold it high
    not willing to negotiate
    I succumb to those in grace
    who set their mark
    morals that do not break
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • To take this life
    hold on to what i know
    step my walk
    these feet are my soul
    I don't see much
    but know what I sow

    hands raised high
    praise what's not before me
    cold shiver sets in
    hairs stand on my neck
    another light prick
    from a dick with hands like fangs
    coated in temptation and venom

    to roam these streets
    and aim with no means
    holding on too tightly
    to all this empty baggage
    arm strap wrapped tightly
    like a noose just waiting
    hanging on to hopes
    filled with fixations and greed
    just gotta shake the hand
    to let the fangs sink in
    to be granted these needs
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
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