When I was young

I sold my soul to the devil.

I asked to become an Atlas.

Now I wait...         wondering
Did the clandestine transaction work?
Or has all my suffering been in vain?
Have I managed to reduce the pain?
Should I have repent first?
I was filled with hate... blundering

and filled with passion.

Now in sorrow I must revel

Left to question what I have done.

If I want to die
                           So what?
If my beliefs are just complex lies
                           So what?
If my friends don't exist
                           So what?
If there's temptations I can't resist
                           So what?
If the broke stay broke and the rich get richer
                           So what?
If I can be reduced to 140 characters and a picture
                           So what?
If my faults are my own and not scars gained from the places I've grown
                           So what?
If I'm cold and alone, impaled on a fork in the road
                           So what?
If reality is meaningless and godly morality is diseasing us
                           So what?
If the good die young and the evil get to continue on
                           So what?
If the world is a beautiful place and the problem is the human race
                           So what?
If this poem rubs you the wrong way and you vow to make the unjust pay
                           So what?
If you feel like I am wrong or I went on to long
                           So what?
                      So what now?
                  So what do we do?
                So what is the point?
                 So what about you?

I can see in your eyes
                          nothing that lies.  
Cost paid in one glance
                          confused in a trance.
Suffering cries I can't deny
                           pleading wishing to die.
Extremely sad
                   remember better times had.
Courage deep
                     take a decent leap.
I won't leave you behind
                           you'll find I'm kind
                          even easy to your mind.  
    We'll work on the grind
                                                fast forward
    rewind.
                             Strange Beautiful Mess
too much stress
                             very intense.
           Time to take on a little less.
                       Recreate
             bypass all hate
       redefine your fate.
                                         Go on
                                                    open
                     Heaven's Gate.

Dancing with the demons
                             playing with fire
                 On an eternal Circle
                               Unlimited
                                  Imagination
     ­                ; it shall be tainted
                   redefined
                               remaked
                                        renewed
          to the inbetween
               of worlds
                 dimensions
                         lives
                            end

Finding a pure path, one untraveled.
                                             Made to be sacredly ones own.
                       Unexpectedly finding serenity and peace.
Hidden in the most unsuspected places.