Isn't it strange,how after the fact so many people will say how they miss a person they they had no time for in their lifetime.
Isn't it strange how some terminal things such as marriage are celebrated but others such as alcoholism are scorned.
Isn't it strange how acts of emotion such as kindness are reward,where an equal amount of anger is abhorrent.
Isn't it strange how we can talk to a few people but a stranger is awkward.
Isn't it strange how we congratulate lives beginning but mourn the deaths.
Isn't it strange that we have a complex system of sounds to symbolise emotions we hardly understand.
Isn't it strange that we keep animals that see us as no more than squawking chimps as pets and become emotionally invested in them even though they see us as no more than food bearers.
Isn't it strange that we poison ourselves and say its fun but living healthily is seen as a chore.
Isn't it strange how much we try to connect yet still stand apart.
What god sits on your throne? Will they save you when you're broken and alone? Will they forgive you for things you can't atone? Because my God produces endless love shown
His heart so big he adopted me as a child And loves me despite being unruly and wild He loves that I'm unique and self styled He forgave my sin when I defiled
He believes in me even when I can't He let's me talk to him even when its just a rant He straightens me when my life is on a slant He strengthens my faith when it is scant
He revealed himself to me and made me a man Ask yourself is that something your god can? Do you worship or are you just a fan? When you need someone where have you ran?
**** it ima start smoking **** again Longing for that perfect state of zen I need not know where I am or where I been I like viewing life like a ******* dream
I need to calm my ******* **** I been tearing my my mind into ******* bits Mindview isn't well where it sits I'm having ******* daily fits
As much as I wanna be left the **** alone I know that I have grown And love I should have shown But I can be calm without the stonned
My mind is like a battle field Who can tell what is trauma and what is real What's the ******* deal? I cant even enjoy a ******* meal
All I ever do is drink and sniff drugs As if its a fine replacement for caring hugs Run in with groups of thugs It could be so much better with a couple nugs
Blaze some of the good stuff Feel rough,tough and have a couple puff To knowing its more than enough Move on but hold on to love
Break the ideal of life across my spine Break my back and leave me a physical ******* Let my mind be,sully yourself on my physique Just let my mind be,nothing is sacred Its all erroneous, eroding our atomic fabric Energy displaced,trapped in mortal phase You live and die but once But you stay dead **forever
It's getting to that point more & more Where existing in this life is just a chore I wish I could turn to my friends and not make them sore Not die inside right to the core Life has become day to day and what for? The anxiety to pierce my head and bore Like scars on my arms that for years I wore But deep down I know I'm not free until I walk out that door I'm losing my own personal war Against demons that have left my mind poor Just destruction,angst and scenes of gore That's why I chose to put it all down in lore
Sing the sound of the broken Force the sound from the diaphragm Draw out the pain from soul to paper Lay it out as a diagram Paint the wall with raw emotion Create an environment if you can Study it with close inspection Its all part of a greater plan
Having a competent conversation with nobody is a lot less fun than slurring to the cat. If you wonder why I'm saying this,its because its basically what point I'm at.
Even on the joy filled days, I can get very low and very lonely. When my spirit breaks,friends are absent, And I can't even talk to my one and only.
So I drink until I'm too drunk to stay awake, The only brief reprieve I can depend on. I wondered if I died today, How long would it take anyone to notice I'm gone?
At least I have my alcohol, It'll always be by my side. And even if it kills me, At least it gave me time for an awesome ride.
Every morning he loads a single bullet into his revolver, He spins the chamber and places the barrel to his skull, Pulling the hammer back and pulling the trigger in symbiosis. CLICK Another day survived. Some days he isn't so lucky. BANG As she fires wrath and rage,his revolver belittles his integrity,he struggles to maintain his cool and leaves. We tell him playing Russian roulette with a loose cannon is dangerous. He replies "I love her" We relate to this vested interest in the notion of affection versus considerable loss of self and wish him luck.
My dearest sally You scruffy ******* of fluff Your departure will be met sadly Know the descion was really tough But when we see you fit And bleed from your ears We have to do what right Despite the tears Nearly twenty years As a best friend You were an amazing cat Let's not pretend I'll miss the way you would wake me And lick my face The way you'd purr oh so loud And strut about and own the place I will really miss your face I hope your transition will be met with grace The love you gave For nothing In return To going to your grave Where you shall return You have no idea How much you will be missed We will mourn for this loss I'll carry your collar around my wrist
You Are etched on the tablet of my heart The muse of each line of art And there is no thing more painful than to be apart I have loved you from the start
...you know I lay there thinking of your **** And you know on ****** my throat you slash If I don't die you know I'm gonna dash
Step out the door bludgeon an **** to death Strangle a *****,leave her short of breath Rub my face in Luke warm breast If she says "Thankyou" she can be my guest
I'll **** every ******* fitty I see Gotta let that deep wound ******* be Asking as I got a ******* hottie on me This is how I define being free
Drown me with you ******* *** I wanna add more of you for hours for a final sum Until my **** is numb And when we're done polish off the ******* ***
Bang the bottle up you *** I knew you wernt ready *****,you chatting pure gas An alright looking lass But between you and the rest,time'll pass
Sorry if its a bit explicit,try not to post the deep **** but want to know your thoughts
I press this imaginary gun to my temple And pray to any gods that can hear "Please calm the storm of my mind" The sea I sail so violent and choppy I could capsize at any moment Without warning Drowning on the thoughts "I need air!" That one still moment As I breath in the water And sink In a sailors grave So deep that I do not know which way is up The darkness consuming my soul A thousand imaginary creatures Stripping the flesh from my bones Just to be reanimated Brought back from death To suffer the same fate each day
I tell myself the distance is for the best The heavy beating burdens my chest All the risks I had taken Left us both so very shaken So I will relinquish the firm grasp Voice breaking to a rasp When you read this my love,don't be sad Because with time we can regain all that we once had
Hello,feelings of fear and dread, I'm glad you made your home inside my head. Because I'll always fear more what you said, Than the feroucious monsters under my bed.
You like to play with mental health, What's that,"I should **** myself?" "Eat all the meds on the shelf?" "And leave the earth with silent stealth?"
I don't think it'd be too wise, But its an option in my eyes. After all the ******* failed trys, The voices I have come to despise.
"Grab some rope,drink some bleach?" Anything within my reach. Grab a knife so blood may breach, Parasitic mental leech.
"If I agree,no one can know!" After all its not a show. Mind fliters to and fro, *"What method can I use to go?!"
I have not yet finished But the love i have is diminished Its not that I'm giving up Its that I think I've had enough Now I'll give only what I get Which is not a lot on that I'll bet I require what's worth fighting for Not what leaves me rotting to the core