I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure
I call it individuality!
Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity
You sit out the days and nights in a room of metal bars
trying to convince the world that they are the ones in prison
while the strychnine and syrup pools on your liars tongue
the music rises and you elbow your way to the center spotlight determined
to claim it
but there is one already waiting
one who owns this time
and if you dance with the devil don't expect him to play fair
because you are his favorite guest
an easy conquering
a mere take out order
as you choose to let him lead
ignoring the pricking of your thumbs and turning another blind eye
the definition of this insanity is to expect a different outcome
but the only ties you long to keep are the ones holding this monkey to your back
as you take your bows in that spotlight and wait
for the next performance
never noticing the clanging
as time rusts those metal bars shut
while you peer out
still insanely convinced you are on the winning side
still chillingly convinced you are the winner
As humans we aren't meant to comprehend truth, because of it i'm drowning
There is a boat i won't grab onto, for the boat is only for believers
The people try to pull me in, but i won't adjust so i'm only pulling them down with me
I pulled 2 people down with me, now they're gone. I'm still drowning ...
The boat doesn't even matter anymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.
Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.
But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?
We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.
I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are the who think they're normal.
Yet they send us to mental institutions.
Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.
Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly
wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate
In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.
I wake as your friend You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover You speak as my friend
I act as your possession You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion You crave my direction
I give and you collect Never will you rebel
This is madness This is Sparta
This is insanity This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you I am your everything
You can't be everything for me I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers You'll become one I abhor
I am done You are confused
(I am never done) And I will not calm you
I am sick As I am amused
(But I'm not tired) As I drop little clues
I will run You'll never leave me
(I won't run) But I'll abandon you
Because I love you You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire') And I'll never need you
Let me go! My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me) I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back! If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left) I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only! And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally) In little minions like you
Push me away! I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift) You insects I never knew
Please, disappear I am your torture
One day you'll understand But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human And I am your redemption
Please, disappear! You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on. When away I finally go