My thoughts are distorted.
This feels so contorted.
How do I break free?
I still can’t even see.
Why can’t I be free?
I think if I were it would regain my sanity.
But there’s seldom hope for me.
And I can’t figure out the scenes.
It’s like a bad movie reel.
And I can’t even heal.
None of this feels real.
And it’s like I’m trapped under a seal.
Why can’t I get out?
There’s way too much doubt.
This is like a personal hell.
And I’m trapped in this shell.
I know I said I’d try not to dwell.
But I guess it was their plan to make sure I fell.

Stop living in vain.
Everything is vain, life holds no value.
No one is sane.
Its all just shadows.
What is everyone chasing?
Nothing that means anything.
Its just a downwards spiral of belligerence.
******* all i hope everyone who was involved burns.

My mind trails to the depths of all of these problems.
I try so hard but the masquerade makes it impossible to solve them.
What’s with this disorder?
Why isn’t there any order?
It’s subliminally petty torture.
And I’m just locked in a corner.

It’s all lies, people changing their disguise.
Bigot disgrace, where’s your true face?
What’s the sense in making everything untrue, you’re ruining the quality of life this is nothing but misconstrued.
So stroke your egos and keep getting farther from false power.
There’s nowhere to turn unless you people all burn.
You drag down the good, and make corruption seem just.
There’s no point in these games, I wish your bodies would combust.
So while you ruin the good to get to where you think you should be, I’ll hope people stop getting involved cause for you people manipulation is key.
So as I hope the lying will cease, I’ll hope there will be peace.
But with **** like you, no one will ever be free.

The chaos never ceases to unfold.
There is no ideal mould.
Life grew too cold.
And there's seldom mercy they show.
There's nothing for me that the future holds.
So I guess that's why I'm left with just growing old.

Broken home, feels like broken bones.
Im turning into stone and I just want to be alone.
Drink the hate and the pain away.
Hell knows I’ll never be okay.
I guess I’ll just try to make it one more day.
But I don’t want to go on.
There’s no point to find a happy song.
I’m always lost and trying to avoid their plot.
So I guess I’m more than distraught.
But I’m filled with hate, I just need an escape.
Walk the lonely path, until the last breath I gasp.

Why is this my fate?
I wish I could escape.
I feel like I’m locked in a cage,
Unable to drown my woe in the pouring rain.
Somehow everything’s staying the same while getting worse by the day.
This is a sickening charade.
I’m numb to the touch.
But they can’t get enough.
If only I had more self love.

My heart is turning black.
My life feels like I’ve always been under attack.
How do I regain the things I lost that I lack?
I don’t have all the answers but I know some of the facts.
When life starts getting dark where do you find a light?
My dreams sailed away, and who I was before is out of sight.
Will I be able to make it through another night?
I just hope I have it in me to turn around my life.

Come find me in my dreams,
Cause my life is falling apart at the seams.
And I still can’t figure out what all of this means.
I’m tired of only having nightmares,
But I’m left wondering why I’m not scared.
I want to live, and not be stuck in this shell.
I try to get past this but I still dwell.
I guess I’m just bored of the mundane,
And tired of the fact that no one ever stays.

Second curse.
What life?
It's been years on the mend and nothing is alright.
There's nowhere to go and I'm fading into the plot.
This is more than a broken home, and nothing will make me sleep soundly at night.
So did the countless years suffering mean nothing?
You all put people through so much hell, trust me I was never bluffing.
There's nowhere to go and no hope for a better ending.
The corruption is a curse, there will never be any mending or any happy ending.
So while I wander through the torment, I'll hope things get better or at least lie dormant.
But there's little hope in this petty hand.
I'm standing alone because I'm sick of these plans.

My being is filling up with hate.
Will I be able to escape?
My life is seeing too much rain.
But I don’t feel pain.
I guess it’s just mostly disdain.
So as I try to rebuild, I’ll hope I don’t fall.
Hoping that one day I’ll get out of this crawl.

The end is nigh, let my body get scraped away.
This lifeless vessel has ran out of ways to stay sane.
There's not enough blood or guts to help me be free.
I'm going crazy with this sanity, just let me bleed to see.
But when my body has drained out, don't remember me
All you people ever did was cause a life of misery for your selfish plans filled with greed.

The days are melting together and I can’t find my way out of this mess.
I don’t know where to go or what to do with the stress.
As the rain clouds come and go I find that the feeling of woe isn’t so bad.
But this charade is getting old and I wonder which breath will be my last.
As I reminisce on the joys that life used to hold, I’ll ponder about the fact that this life got so cold.
So as I try to find my way into a brighter hue, I’ll keep my eyes on the skyline to try to stay away from the blues.
But what does life hold if there isn’t any meaning?
I don’t know what’s next but I doubt it’s something I can fathom seeing.

**** your ugly personas.
**** your ugly words.
Everyone is ignorant.
When the **** are you all going to burn?
Why is there an army, setting me up for my demise?
Why doesn't it ever end, while you're all just changing your disguise?
So when the **** will any of this end?
Right when i finally decide to off myself, from every despicable mapped out hand, i'm traded for your plans.
Right.
Go to ******* hell.

Orchestrated lies.
Who isn’t wearing a disguise?
It feels like I’m in one too.
Because the truth is never anything but misconstrued.
So how do I find my own shoes.
I’m lost and can’t see any reason to continue.
Everyone so self absorbed.
With all these petty alliances, and I’m nothing but a boring *****.
So how do I find a new place to go.
My feelings are basically dead.
What’s left but this nonsense that brings only dread?
Doesn’t anyone think of what will happen next?
Or anything that could go wrong and what could be left?
None of what these people do makes any sense.
So I guess I should leave and be done with this ******* stress.

Nowhere really feels like home to me unless I lock myself in my room.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore I’m being consumed in all the gloom.
But when good just seems to come and go, how do you figure yourself out?
Faces come and go and I’m still filled with so much doubt.
I want to get up and out and find somewhere I can be free.
But I guess as life unfolds I can see that nothing is ever as it seems.
So as I try to put together the puzzle of my life,
I’ll try to breathe some life into my being as I try to rid myself of the strife.

Murky hues, there is no truth.
Why is it only deception against my recollection?
Why do you cover it up, when it’s clear that this is all so out of touch.
It’s so hard to call your bluffs, because you people can’t get enough.
There is no satisfaction of being a sadist.
It’s no wonder I can’t take this.
What happened to any sort of meaning?
You people are just selfish, power driven, greedy thieves.
It’s something I’ll never be able to conceive.
Because no matter if I leave, the only way this will end is my death after you’re all done tearing my life apart at the seams.

This petty tragedy is such a hoax.
Will I succumb to the rope?
I can’t even tell if I have hope.
They’re breaking my bones with the masquerade of lies.
And everyone always seems to be wearing a disguise.
But all I can think about is my lack of time leading to my demise.
So I guess I’ll just continue to hide.
I’m so ******* lost and I don’t know if I want to be found.
I just wish there were another sound.
Instead of the eerie energy that follows me around.
Why can’t I get out of this mess and turn my life around?
I guess I’ll just have to try to make it until the last sundown.

This town is a disgrace.
Why the **** am I still in this place?
it seems death is my only salvation.
Because it’s me against the nation.
And if it’s not then I’m completely blind.
I’m surrounded by enemies and there’s nowhere to hide.
I can’t stop thinking about my lack of time.
Or how it felt when things were right.
It seems any dream I can fathom is out of sight.
And everything’s getting darker, there’s no way to let in the light.

I guess I tried. All there ever is are lies. They keep my life at the bottom, so I can’t solve all these problems. I guess I’m turning bitter and cold. But now I’m just waiting on death to take its toll.

What is hate?
If everyone's to blame?
It's petty belligerence, and ignorant sadistic ways.
But you might as well write off the brain in your head.
Because with all this conniving fuckery everyones better off dead.

How do I fix my tainted heart?
I’m wandering in the abyss somehow not falling apart.
How do I get back my lost and lonely soul?
It’s not in my fate to have someone to hold.
So as I hope life won’t take its final toll, I’ll try to enjoy what could unfold.
I know this suffering is getting old.
But it seems my fate in someone else’s hands is what’s been sold.

Drowning in my mind and I want to break free.
I can’t remember much of a time where my life wasn’t falling apart at the seams.
Why can’t all of this just be all a bad dream?
I have nothing in me to want to be able to breathe.
So I guess I’ll keep in mind that nothing is ever as it seems.
But I know there’s nothing in my life that I’ll ever be able to keep.

I guess it’s better to hate and be hated, than try to make amends because no one would let me change this.
Why the **** would I crawl back to the ones who did this to me?
It’s all such a twisted cycle ran by fear and greed.
So I guess all the seeds of hate that you planted worked.
I hope everyone rots and I want it to hurt.
I used to think all of this was something never deserved.
But the majority of my existence seems like some people deserve the worst.
And I’m not golden either because I turned out this way.
But believe me when I say I will never again pray for another way.
This was the pettiest torment I’ve ever experienced.
I’d rather burn in hell or get tortured in notre dame.
I guess I was right because everyone’s the same.
******* people over until they have it their way.
Just rot in ******* hell or get tortured all the same.

A life of deceit,
What a condescending feat.
I’m left crippled, deaf and blind.
Where does anyone have left to hide?
I found my way out of their disguise.
But now I’m running out of time.
I’m still searching for the real version of me.
But I’m lost in this mess and it’s hard to see.
So what’s left of their plan?
They’re becoming so predictable so I guess I know where I stand.
Cold and alone and lost at sea.
Whoever I was, they corrupted and buried, and thrown away the key.
So am I really being myself?
Their trick is so planned out and I feel mostly doubt.
why is the world so cruel?
I’ve burned myself out, I have no more fuel.
So in what feels like the end for me,
I’ll try to keep a smile on and focus on keeping my sanity.

What's left in this vessel?
I'm no longer a shell.
Everything is gone.
And now I can only dwell.
There is nothing to life.
And nothing but my precious little soul to hold dear.
But how is this life?
When there's nothing but fear.

While you all weasel your way into my being, I realize it's nothing no sane person could ever fathom seeing.
All of this ******* is hard to keep believing.
I don't understand how your cult like alliance never fails to stop.
It's been so long and I've had more than enough.
If you live your life ******* up others, then where do you stand?
Choosing peoples impossible hands should not be your master plan.
So as I realize that I could give and did give and it still wasn't enough, you people will always have the hate in my heart because you all so selfishly tore my life apart.

With all the parasites feeding on my life, I want to end it all and let their petty torment lead their throats to the knife.
I can’t take their plans and this isn’t where I want to stand.
And with their blinded eyes and minds this makes an impossible hand. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to demolish them for their demands. So ******* all and your selfish plans. This isn’t life. It’s a contorted hoax of you peoples corrupted hands.

So give me a ticking time bomb.
Where will it go?
Buried underneath this cesspool of a town?
Who even knows.
I’m the worst of the worst for living in the midst of all of this.
A once good hearted person led into remiss.
And maybe that’s why I wish them so much worse.
I’m a sociopath who gets homicidal, so I guess that’s why it doesn’t really hurt.
So tell me, why the **** did I ever even care?
They were always this bad, I always needed a breath of fresher air.
Who torments children into a waking nightmare.
Saying “that’s just how life works” will never be fair.
So I guess that’s why I’m always shut out of peoples lives.
Have I ever met anyone who wasn’t wearing a disguise?
My instincts tell me this life is filled with only their lies.
Get me out of their sequence because all I wish for is for them to all die.
But **** it I guess cause they’ve all been waiting for my demise.
I don’t give a single **** because my heart is shrinking in size.
So as I wait to never return, I’ll spend my last passing moments hoping that they all burn.

Dragging me through your constructed torment.
**** yourselves I was never for it.
You’re all ******* despicable so here’s to being ****** into your petty charade.
What’s left of the plot? It’s clear I’m nothing but your lifeless puppet.
Want all the credit?
Why don’t you stop being **** people and stop dictating my life.
Yeah I guess I can’t write poetry when you fill me with nothing but spite.
So here’s to you, you ******* belligerent serpents.
Here’s to finding out that life was never worth it.

**** everyones belligerence.
I'll never be sane.
I'm sick of your ignorance and your petty senseless games.
You people make life hard when you were always all yo blame.
Leave people alone.
Don't keep then on your pompous page.
I know this will never end because you're entitled.
Just leave me the hell alone because you peoples always find a way to be one sided.

Life is nothing but belligerence and deceit.
All that's left are everyone's slimy and bigoted feet.
So when the **** will people leave me to find my own form of peace?
******* all to hell, I'm sick of you peoples pathetically orchestrated fallacy.

My life and being is so scattered. And now I realize that nothing I do or say ever mattered. How do I escape the latter? I guess here’s to my happily never after.

The masquerade is growing,
And my fate is unknowing.
**** the masses,
What else is unfolding?
Things are looking grim.
And all I see are sins.
So how do I get out of this web of lies?
They bury the evidence and they even keep me in their disguise.
They never cease to break me down and bury the truth.
I just want to get up and out but things are so misconstrued.
I have no hope to continue on this bleak path.
Will I ever find any sort of happiness with the potential to last?
I have nothing left in this lifeless body that I carry around.
If only I could find a change of pace, as I try to find a happier sound.

Strapped and in chains, will I ever break free?
The truth is something I’ll always try to conceive but I’m starting to lose my sanity.
So why don’t the lies ever cease?
I don’t know if I’ve ever known what it is to be free.
All I can think about is how this could be true.
I’m lost and stumbling in the dark without a clear view.
I don’t understand how everything stays so misconstrued.
It makes no sense, and people get involved without a care of what they do.
So until I find a better hue along the skyline, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
I just wish I could see the beauty of the world shine.

Why do I always focus on running away?
Maybe it would be therapeutic on an autumn day.
But I guess it’s about time to learn how to handle the rain.
I can’t tell if it’s worse than it seems but I want to make a change.

There was never room for animal instincts.
You people are ******* idiots if you think primal means everlasting.
You ******* idiots need to use your ******* ******* brains and stop thinking you're superior because you know more reverse psychology.
What did this mess cause? A means to a ******* end.
And everyone's left belligerent and brain dead.
You're all drowning in your narcissism and no one can win.
Because you're all so ******* quick to fill your selfish needs and greed and your disgustingly entitled dread.

My mind is a dark place.
Always leading me to the unthinkable.
So why can’t I feel?
I guess I need to heal.
But none of this feels real.
And I can’t get out of the trap that the masquerade set.
It feels like a horrendous bet.
I didn’t think things could go this wrong.
I can’t even find comfort in songs.
So as I try to fix whatever I can fathom.
I’ll try to stay out of the shadows.
As I try to create my own rainbow.

It feels like the end of the road, and what I’ve come to find is sorrow.
I didn’t want you to get caught in the undertoe.
But things are deceiving even the woe.
So as I hope that your precious soul can be saved, I’ll keep pondering on why I couldn’t turn the page.
But with this petty army filled with hate filled renegades, it’s no wonder no one ever had the will to stay.

Let me slit open your throat.
Tie your limbs together and hope you choke.
Stick pins in your eyeballs and hammer them down.
Burn you alive because you make my life a living hell.
It’s the masquerade that makes me do nothing but dwell.
I hope you start to rot because you keep me as a shell.

It’s like they planned my life in hell.
That’s probably why all I can do is dwell.
I’m nothing more than a ****** up shell.
Trapped somewhere in this vessel with no way out.
So why is this still going on?
Every single life I’ve ever lived was never even me.
Who the **** am I? I honestly can’t see.
It’s no wonder my life is almost always falling get apart at the seams.
Just let me sit by the ocean for better scenery.
Because all of this is so hard to conceive.
But it’s my life and I’m left strapped down with no way to break free.
I still can’t understand why life is so ******.
I can’t see it any other way, **** everyone who did this to me I’ve had way more than enough.
What’s the point of covering up the truth?
I guess that’s why I can’t find my shoes.

Trapped in this vessel, the people here are crude.
I’m lost in their sequence and my being is so misconstrued.
So what’s with their belligerent hate filled alliance?
It doesn’t matter what’s said cause they’ll always deny it.
So as I count down my days to my brutal demise. I’ll hope their fate and their lies get lost in time.
I don’t understand how people can be so sick.
I want no part in this charade, but I hope they all drop dead.

Trapped in this petty sequence.
Is there hope to get out of remiss?
No one should have to succumb to living like this.
But hell knows I’ll never feel bliss.
So as I stumble in the shadows of the life I used to call mine, I’ll try to think less about my lack of time leading to my demise.
As I hope that these sadists burn, but with the way they map everything out, there’s no hope that they’ll ever learn.

Why so much stress?
I’m past being a wreck.
Too much mindless games,
But somehow I’m still sane.
How do I pick my self off of the ground?
There’s too much petty torture and I can’t get used to the sound.
Is there any hope for my fate?
I’ll try to escape.
But I feel like a slave.
It’s the little things I crave.

The storm is back and it’s comforting to feel.
I know I should try to heal, but I keep stumbling and this doesn’t even feel real.
So as I try to pick up the broken parts of my being, I’ll try to have hope but for me it’s not something I can fathom seeing.
I guess it’s a godsend that I’m still breathing.
But everything’s so misconstrued that I’m stuck leaving.

I want to dance in the rain.
Forget the shame.
This life is like a game.
And I’m the only one who doesn’t play.
So what if I find my shooting star?
Would it keep me from falling apart?
I think I need my lost heart.
But I can’t find it so I guess I’ll just gaze at the city line from afar.
I want to break free from these chains.
But I can’t figure out this game.
What is it like to be truly free?
If only I could see.
And as I wait to bloom into the person I’ve always wanted to be.
I’ll try to appreciate the scenery, as I try to believe there’s still hope for me.

What’s around the corner?
It’s in the shadows.
Is there a way out?
Things are decieving me.
It doesn’t matter if anyone grieves.
I just don’t want this to be the way I leave.

No meaning in this life.
Maybe there never was.
I guess I’ll just end up forgotten in the dust.
**** love and everything that goes along with it.
I’m surrounded by blinded bigots.
So here’s to the times that I thought life was worth it.
Well congratulations because you showed me that it’s nothing but dirt.
So all you people who never stop your corruption and lies, i guess you did it again by making me wish for a tolerable demise.
I want nothing more than for your bodies to burn.
Flesh blistering until it’s the next ones turn.
But it’s not that easy because I’m “not supposed to know anything”.
**** you all to hell because the only salvation I ever had was before you pried your way into my being.

All there is to this life is lies.
Leading to whoever they prey on’s demise.
So why doesn’t anyone have more time?
If this is life then nothing will ever be fine.
So as I try to cage the demons in my head,
I’ll hope that whatever comes next doesn’t end with more dread.

Life lost.
Lack of humanity.
There is no sanity.
You people are consumed with narcism and vanity.
There's nowhere to go but up.
But life is too much and I'll just get dragged further into the pit.
I have lost all mercy and don't care if there's a place to sit.
Life feels bewitched.
Can't shake the hate.
I'll never escape these harsh tides.
So don't blame me if I don't want to ever see the sun rise.