Corrupted minds.
Clouded judgement.
What happened to the true things and feelings?
It’s like smog, polluting everything it comes into contact with.
What happened to purity?
Everything is meaningless.
Counterproductive.
My tainted being is no better.
But my mind wants to find a way out.
But I can’t fathom it.
At the point of being crippled or tied down and locked in a cage.
What’s the point of this labrynth of a maze?
There’s no point to these mindless games, or all of life’s charades.
What are they covering up?
Does it matter?
I’m always the odd one out.
So why the **** am I still here?
It’s clear that no one wants me here.
So as I hope they suffer for the torture they put me through, I’ll hope the ones who never got involved live the lives they deserve.
Because everything they do feels like a curse.

Seeds of hate planted along my life.
I guess I should have saw it coming, why don’t I just succumb to the knife?
The only way out of this catastrophic mess, is to end my life because I barely have any feeling in my chest.
Everything got ripped away, but somehow in a sociopathic state I’m kind of okay.
How did things turn into such a distorted shade?
i can’t even comprehend how contorted I see things.
Everything’s ****** and there’s no peace it brings.
Does anyone even deserve peace? I honestly can’t see it.
Why **** someone over beyond repair and make it so no one could believe it?
I don’t understand why anyone does any of this *******.
**** it I guess I’ll never have any place to sit.

Maybe it was all just beautiful lie.
I thought you were the only one not wearing a disguise.
Now I guess it’s time for me to continue to hide.
Because I have no hope for a love to help me touch the sky.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to rearrange my fate.
And have a happy couple of days.
But until I find a way to escape, I’ll always remember the love you gave.
And how you meant so much more than I ever thought anyone could.
But now I’m left alone and aching.
I guess it’s my world that’s shaking.
Or maybe just changing.
Whatever happens next I hope I can save me.

Everyone thinks there’s an easy way out.
But the masquerade never stops and I’m left with too much doubt.
I want to try to get up and out.
But I’m damaged and caged, and I’m slowly going insane.
Why won’t they just stop the games?
I’m starting to fill up with too much hate.
And left wondering if I’ll ever escape.
But this labrynth of a maze is filling up my days, with too much to undo because the truth is misconstrued.
So I guess it looks like I’m ******, because none of them will ever have enough.
And everything’s so distorted that the truth is so contorted that my life is just so horrid.
And I have nothing more than a predetermined mess of a life.

There is no more good locked inside this vessel.
Just a hateful corpse dragging whatever’s left through life.
I guess it was only a matter of time until I no longer cared.
None of this makes sense, when will I reach my last breath of air?
I want to rip my veins right out of my arms.
I feel nothing and that kind of agony would do less harm.
People play god and don’t care about the consequences.
But what if there’s no way out? It’s their lives they should have ended.
Isn’t that what mass murders are usually about?
**** it I guess I’m past just a mess there’s no reason for anymore doubt.