still we're all here searching
and we all hear hurting
so we all keep hurting
something inside
gives uh rise
too live,
this lurkin' dark demon
a burden
sometimes i wanna
let it in, for I
Feel like a docile weapon, stressin' contemplatin'
waitin' and guessin'
ready to be sharpened
i feel the potential
and to mention
i know if its not the pain
then its the hardenin'
stuck in that
habitual mental
steppin
in precense
the time is now
and surely its not
cause time can never be caught
make best what you will
cause when you're in it you're lost
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Life
but still
what decision is wrong
or right, I wanna write
still i wanna fight tonight
and i know its not right
but still
im on my own plight
filled with gasonline and i might just ignite
alright now
settle down
why wear
suchuh a silly frown
when everywhere
u already know its going down
but u can be the one to
unmask the sound
and let this **** just breathe
out
so loud
or ever so soft
just go get over
it seems like these lines just pour over
and out to toss
my mouth
my mind
but still in this time i cant feel behind
because all thats real, it really never was
so we end up rewinding
taking pictures
with a middle finger up
as a reminding
to **** the past
and leave it behind
to push and shove
never remember who you've once loved
& steel is just real and as cold
as my heart currently feels
I just wanna fire shots at someone so they can feel
maybe
a little bit of empathy , but
**** that i want more
bring the feeling down to mine and yours
drag u down like a sinking ship
oh what a trip
yes quite, isnt it?
i dont know, but it feels i just troll the road
and lose control
im lost and i dont beleive in souls
so whats to follow when your broke
and u beg n borrow?
i guess just humbleness, but with every inch of your body
u know, u aint touchin it
too proud, cant turn down
but still u proceed to open a hellish mouth
& O what a hellish sound
who the **** is awakened wrecking now
it seems like all the apes in here
are beating eachother to the ground
natural instinct or choice caused
by what has been
i observe
as i currently sit
i need no pen
and further I and me digress
to open up this chest
and let this heart pop out and bleed
to cause such grotesque mess
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
I want to be
so far away and a blaze
so i dont have to think about shade, a gain
i could get lost in for hella days another gain, a win
trynuh maximize the ways i use my brain to feel the pain
and watch it cease again within
then i get lost in this double timin thought
i need repetative rhythms to rock
so that i can feel
that i part the seas
of my own free will and breeze
trynuh get closer to whats real
and we all reel
in this
digital information, with a sharpened skill
to witness and be the object of this process the arrangement
to make a sleepless nation
to busy setting paths forth for the young and sheepish raytion
ration, is the majority and the plus that make it
so, faction out you and us
and at times lately ive made it such
but it really never seemed to matter
as much as this does
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
sittin there
with a silly stare
wakin up from nightmares
im unsure what this existence is
anymore
it seems that my dreams
yes they haunt me
or is it that the circuitry
that produces life to seem dreary
they just want me to look further
dig deep
to find out whats going on inside
in the course of complexity
of course i must write
but it seems like
when i do
i go off course
and there is no path in sight
no need to beg remorse
when one is living
what is wrong what is right
i figure one in the same
they just both feelings
we're so quick to judge
and deal out all these killings
killings of the physical
annihilation of the mental
and continued willings
so no wonder many of us
proceed to lack potential.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Coastin off
driftin soft
it seems like the thoughts
just come into to being
to become a loss
of a part
that i wish would
never have started
in the first place
these feelings touch me in oh so the worst ways
feels like ive been tossed at sea
stuck on this **** for hella days
So **** this ship
im over it
literally jumpin into the end
thats deep
where one is to tread water and never fully sleep
until its time to return to the grander skeem of things
why when its hypothesized are we so astrange
thinkin please no i dont wanna leave this place
crying out to whomever
wanting to change the weather
yerning to still feel this face
feeling of togetherness
in this entire being
but it can be misleading
you grow accustom and so fond of
the physical form that your seeing
If i had a choice
I would change my frequency
if only for a short time
to feel none of it at all.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC