Hi, my name is Anthony and I'm actually in agony
that isn't true, that is just pure fantasy
just like our lives, I know I'm real
are you sure the only you is you?
that's blasphemy, says the ones who can't see
but don't they know this isn't the only reality?
there are people out there trying to hide many truths
everyone's heard their name, the Illuminati
they are not a fantasy, they run this galaxy
they don't care for humanity
and they are the reason for many tragedies
my name is Anthony, I speak truth
and there is nobody who can stop me.

I'm tired but I'm hungry too
so I'm going to grab a slice of bread
and lay in bed until the afternoon.

Here we are again in the moonlight
all of us dressed in a black cloak
and no sounds are heard, not even a frog's croak.

we invoke that which slumbers in the darkness
and dance along to the tune of humanity's cries
I'm getting tired of hanging with you guys
I want to leave, but I know that's unwise.

I want to apologize to those that I love
that I care for, you guys mean so much
I know you guys judge me for how I ended up
and I know I ****** up
but *******, I love you all so much.

I have no clue on what to write
I wish I was something bright.

Maybe I'll write about my life's story
or about an imaginary friend named Cory
that seems kinda dumb actually
I'm sure he's a good fit for a story.

Cory, a man with one eye and 33 fingers
who happens to like cheese-burgers
better not laugh at him
you might just end up murdered.

yeah, no, I don't know
it seemed great at first
but what do I know
I'm a highschool dropout who never came first
guess I'll just keep writing and babbling
because that's what this is, pure nonsense
a bunch of words that mean nothing
ok, that was kinda harsh on myself
this really does make me feel something.

there was once a boy named Anthony
and he was the epitome of blasphemy
wow, so edgy, so scary
spaghetti is tasty
I bet you weren't expecting me saying that
spaghetti is pretty great though
not as great as a Kit-Kat.

I'm getting bored now, farewell
see you in hell.

Don't wanna be like the rest
don't wanna listen to the lies
can you see the skies?
we're all gonna die!

Welcome to the hellhole
a world filled with *******
just pull the trigger and disappear
it's the best thing to do
when you're here.

Don't be silly and wrap your ***** said a hippy named Billy
who was ***** for a gypsy who was clearly into whiskey
and was ready for a ****** even after feeling ******.

Hello there person who is reading this
I don't know if you know, but I'm ******
that isn't entirely true but what I feel isn't bliss
if I'm being honest, I don't know how I feel
just living day to day without a way to heal
don't worry though, I'm not depressed
I got out of that mindset awhile ago and I've got the scars to show
took 5 years from fourteen to nineteen
such is the life of a teen I suppose.

I'm twenty one now and all I do is sigh
I miss being a kid, I wanna skip this life
I know that isn't wise by why even try?
my death would be a blessing in disguise
*******, that sounds pretty ******
if my mom found this then she would probably cry
Jesus, I never meant this to be a sad poem
the old me kinda just came through
so much for being wholesome
I guess I'll write another poem.

When I was 13 I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up
now that I'm 21, I still have no clue on what to do
I've been told to grow up, shows what everyone knows
we're all kids in grown-up bodies and have no idea on what's going on
what is the point to all of this
wake up, work, home, sleep, repeat?
I understand there's some fun to be made with friends, games, hobbies and such
but seriously? anything else? hello? this can't be it
this isn't how it's supposed to be, right?
it seems as if everyone has lost their sight
all is lost and we are doomed
we can't win this fight
says those who are truly doomed
I have my sight, all is not lost
have faith, we will win this fight.

Dear heavenly father above
I hope you know it's 11:11
I'll make a wish and go to heaven
find Jesus christ and take his heart
build my throne on top of his corpse,
and call it art with no remorse
Amen.

To all my friends whom I haven't seen in so many years
I hope you know that I miss you all so much
I've lost myself through so many doors and hallways
just know I will treasure you all
forever and always.

To those of you who are in the know
keep your ears, eyes, and mouth closed
can't let anyone on what we know
we will cut your throat from ear to ear
that is something everyone should hear.

"Do you remember that time when you did that thing,
that thing you did when you were king?"
"Of course I remember that thing I did when I was king,
but please, let's speak of anything but that thing."

"Ok, do you know that I know that my father knows about a king,
a king who died long ago by a slow buffalo with a nose like Pinocchio?"
"no, I didn't know that you know about your father knowing a king,
a king who died long ago by a slow buffalo with a nose like Pinocchios."
"Now you know!"
"now I know."

"How about-"
"No more, please."
"Aw, you're a cold sore like Louise."

The darkest hour is the time when we all get together,
dancing and singing, laughing and crying;
until one man starts dying.
"Disgusting!" says the weak man, "Horrifying!" said the next;
Don't they know that they too are next?

Corpses and blood are everywhere;
just another night, for a bunch of millionaires.
in order to make it, you need to be strong;
for prayers are not allowed here.
praying is for the cattle, the sheep;
and we are above those who are asleep.

I must tell you something that nobody should know;
something about the world in which you oughta know,
everything is just an illusion;
don't you know?
I know it sounds strange coming from me,
a high-school dropout with no college degree,
the hopeless child who fell from grace,
at least I don't believe whatever I see.

I don't know where I belong;
Can't tell you what went wrong.
guess you were right all along,
I'm happy as the day is long,
so long.