Society is a paradox within itself…
Holding up the standard for us to be good little children in order for us to qualify…
And though we tear out our hair and cry at night trying to fit the mold of society’s standards…
The world is still a mess worse than what we started from….
But enough is enough…
The good little child in me is gone…
It was taken away…
And tormented until his right actions started to turn wrong…
Heavy chains wrapped around him…
And dragged him down a dark hole…
He tried to shake these chains that are pulling him down….
Restricting him…
Forcing him…
Making him frown…
But while other people are chasing the stairway to heaven,
I’m spiraling downward…
Falling faster passed negative eleven…
While you people see society as a chance at hope,
I see an infinite ocean of fire and brimstone…
While some people band together,
Trying to fight this damnation with the fight that they know…
I walk the road of this nether…
Drained of my fight…
Bound to my tormenting
That squeezes me vice grip tight….
I am alone…
Broken…
Tortured beyond the unknown….
Hollowed out and only held together by my bruised bloodied skin
And my crushed and broken bones…
See this smile I wear…
Is just a mask
My lovely positive personality is a thing of the past…
Now you shall see what kind of shadows I cast….
For my soul is filled with this fiery wrath…
This fire
Hell fire
Built up has it been
This fire
Hell fire
Burns from within
My patience for haters is growing quite thin
This wrath and rage is making my head spin…
For a nightmarish creature dwells in my den….
It waits, prowls, pounces ….
I’m pinned!....
It drains the tolerant side of me
And then howls with the wind…
It greets the other side of me,
And asks it where’ve you been?
I shrug off his question and join forces with him,
For we are an identical force…
Unstoppable twins, both me and him…
So I end with these questions…
If you’re still alive…
What demons are dancing in your den..?
And will your better half survive..?