Sometimes waking up is a smack in the face
Like a whip to a slave of a superior race
I offer my shoes to he who dare try a taste
Like snorting a line of strick nine as long as a shoelace
Or perhaps some *** say 151 proof with a match for the chase
It feels that my eyelids have developed a chaffe
Words only hurt directed at face
Alone and disconnected I slip right by you undetected
But I'm only here with you as expected
Call me nowhere man who stands emotionless
Holding your bible but no revival
You say "to understand to be a man"
While I'm in complete wonderment
That you ask what happened to humanity
It's hung from your vanity the one by the writings on the wall
Your book of lies leveling its instability
You sit and paint your face of kindness to get beside us
Spreading false hope greed sliding from your forked tongue
And I say to you go away I've got my own problems
Pray the day I do not wake
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Watching from between the blinds, dark of night
Fight not flight
Morphing figures from mere shadow and clutter
Eye for an eye
Conspirators working in unison bump, bump, bump
Wait for it
Not quite a coward I'm tolerant to fear
There, right there!
Mannic sorts of confusion, used to feel some queer
I'm only kidding just go back to bed
Black holes looking back between stripes on the mirror
I know I know its all in my head
They used to say that reflection was me
Jaded mess of mass corrosion set in
a soul without beauty
A man without friends
Long journey before me
Alone until the end
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC