I killed then what I now love,
offended then what I now defend.
Practiced what I preached
but now I’m preaching something different.
I could care less about it then,
honestly,
but today I feel more alive than ever.
I dodged a bullet or two,
don’t get me wrong.
But the good die young
because they never belong
in a world of flesh,
where it’s “dog eat dog”.
And cannibalism is hidden
under a thick, sick fog.
Some said “maybe you should end it all”,
but perseverance stood me up tall.
And even if I have to crawl,
I swear to God
I’ll get there,
to the top of the mountain.
‘Cause I robbed Peter to pay Paul,
but don’t you know,
I used to be Saul.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC
Genocide of a velvet mind.
A fine tooth comb, Jekyll and Hyde.
Killed all his brain cells with window panes,
Now he’s a desperado, with the curse of Cain.
It slowly sank in,
like when you found out she died.
It’d be far to cliché
to rhyme “died” with “cried”.
But if you hadn’t cried then I would’ve lied
Funny how it works out sometimes.
The strange get stranger
shape-shifter, imminent danger
until your own self is a stranger
in your own ******* world,
you’re your own ******* danger.
Your mind plays tricks
on right and wrong.
You make your exceptions,
but really you’ve been wrong all along,
marching to the beat of an off beat song.
Realizing it’s imminent nature,
this feels naturally natural,
not like imminent danger.
you knew it was coming
from that hour in the manger.
So fear is a waste,
time for a game changer.
Time to meet your maker,
whoever that may be.
Close your eyes,
I promise you’ll still see.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 8:46 AM UTC