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SaintMethyl Aug 2019
In humble beginnings I took my first step
As I walked I became a man and therefore felt I was exempt.
How little I really knew and how could I predict that the love I had since gained could die in a single *****.
Lies, deceit, jealousy and greed,
These elements led a few who could not see me succeed.
Fire was held on to me, lies to spread and paint.
Unbeknownst to them, out the fire bred the saint,
In the heart of any man who has been rejected in the eyes of unjust hate,
In the heart of all people wronged when their souls are faint.
Stand tall and let it be known that no one is alone,
We all feel the same and through the unjust pain we have grown.
SaintMethyl Aug 2019
I choose not to talk for I have nothing to say,
I choose not to converse as I have lost my way,
I am scared of what you think, I am scared of what they say.
My plight is in my head and from this I can't escape.
I choose not to see you,
Sometimes i'd rather be alone,
I've no need for existence,
When we exist behind a phone.
SaintMethyl Aug 2019
Desperation for something more,
Something better, something pure,
Something alive, something real,
Something to really make me feel,
Somewhere to escape, somewhere to run,
Somewhere to grasp at something fun,
Somewhere to laugh, somewhere to cry,
Someone to hold my head up high,
Someone to love someone to care, someone that's truly always there.
Anyone, anything, anywhere.
SaintMethyl Aug 2019
For in chaos we found beauty,
Undisturbed by the night,
The essence of adolescence seemed broken by the light,
How mindless and self serving it seems we all must have become,
How loathing of indifference a toleration down to none.
Open minded and sacrificial is what you all claim to be,
All in disguises none of which you ever seem.
The essence of adolescence i suppose was lost in hindsight,
We were fooling ourselves,
Such as flies to the light.
SaintMethyl Aug 2019
Immaculate in sculpture,
A mind set in stone.
How adept we are to communicate,
Yet so prevalent to feel alone.
How unnatural does it feel to live life like we do,
When the unnatural is in fact real then where hide the forgotten truths.
We exist in modern pressures and the evils we create,
Till the relapse of time a cataclysm we won't escape.
SaintMethyl Aug 2019
Dissociation, a lack of motivation.
A life of mistakes,
A moment of realisation.
Essence of joy, a needle in the abyss,
If only I could choose to ignore,
Ignorance is bliss.

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