I chase myself
I chase my dreams
But I leave you alone
Behind the scenes

I’m sorry for acting
This obscene
Forgive me Chase
For being so mean

Eldest of my two sons
Was quite the burden
Whilst the second not perfect
He wasn’t absurd

Unaware, naive
Untruthful to himself
Stuck in his own head
Away from everyone else

Deniably sad
And mostly alone
Introverted, quiet
In his own “home”

Odd thoughts struck him
Not the most pleasant
He was quite troubled
Taught himself no lessons

And yet one painful day came
When he was torn away

Abruptly

Now I ask you
A much later day
Once long ago
Which son past away

My three legged cat ran away
I don’t know how
But I miss him now

I never thought I’d know a day
We’re I couldn’t find why
I despise

The feeling of being alone, but I know
I’m alive

Without my three legged cat
I feel a pain, it drains
My soul; it pains

As this chapter ends
A new one begins
You’re not allowed to make new friends
You were taught once the friends you have
Will hold you hand and make you glad

But your guardian isn’t here anymore
He doesn’t love your sluggish bore
You don’t smell like you did before
You never should have acted poor

In my head

I found a question
Lying on my bed
I found the answer
Deep inside my head
But I chose to leave it instead

Instead I chose to feed
I fed
I ate the guts inside my head
Leaving my thoughts
Leaving them dead
And understanding
The color
Of red

******* the ****** remains
From the pores
I understood a little more

Nothing more to matter
A ***** i was to flatter

Though that night I engulfed my thoughts
The hole began to clot
And I lost all I had wrought
Hell would await my trot

I climbed the spiky, thorny steps
Each one tearing my tendons less
And the less I bled
The more blood was shed
Killing my friend
I fed

Far ahead
I found
Under some sound
The sound of demons screeching

Now
Tell me I’m insane to think
This world is great and
I’m unique

I’m the same manure as all
An ugly ****** troll
A spawn from below

A bellow to many a fellow

Greasy pores sprouting tendrils
Little puppets make me mental
Little domes of fleshy pieces
Make me wish I could eat them

Nice people with gross image
The worst with that of better
But I am left with ***** wenches
Hurting me, making me skin redder

Journey away with me
Home
To home we go
To the only place I know
The salvation I helped to grow

Alone
Alone we go
Away with nothing I know
For sure I’ll need you though

To find my way through the woods
To find the path of glory
Of happiness
Of carefree, childish spirit

Innocence
Where I haven’t visited in so long
Where here I forget the past
And hide from the future