No matter how hard you're trying
You always feel out of place
outcast with no grace
a person without a face

A human puppet with no feelings
no one really cares
they just care
about themselves

A ring of outcasts
forms a new social circle
a social circle of outcasts out casts
people like you.

How does it feel?
hypocrisy's a cruel deal.
a social circle of outcasts out casts
people exactly, like, you.

I am sorry for not possessing standards of society
Let me introduce my friend social anxiety
shoot at me all words and blasphemy
I'm already shattered, it
doesn't matter
anyway

Ecclesiastes is a fake and god is too
no saints no saviours no one is he
a piece of rotting flesh is the only thing you'll be
acceptance is for the holy
too bad deity is dead.

Deicide,
book of the dead, pages bound in human flesh
a man stands alone in the battlefield of life
Can't stand anymore he will cut it with a knife
Scripting a holy of the holiest, a testament in blood.

Here I am spitting words ain't worth a thing
starving, sitting alone, tired of being a simple human being
I hope no one comes ever again, enter the door of my mind ever again
never again
never again

So in love
So blatantly in love
Yet so cowardly unfulfilled
Fueled are those heated angers
As fire spews from you,
Directly into my inspiration
Burning any potential
For me to be a better partner
Fury boils your blood
You have no sense of hesitation
And I'm the red flag waving
For the horns of your greed
To stab straight through my heart
As I lay there wounded, cut deep
You won't return until I've bled out
And you can devour me all over again

Outside the box looking in
Waiting to be invited again
The warm hands guide me towards
And then they order and use 
Until my hands are sore

Completely satisfied 
I'm pushed out once more 
Until they want me again 
When they are needy or bored

My hands compare none
To the pain in my mind
Every time thinking
They will keep in inside

Used as a toy 
Put away when I'm done 
Or a dog *******
Waiting for an owner to come

I press my face against the glass 
Knowing it will never be my home 
I smash my head through it 
Pure silence, not a groan

My blood scattered around
My life sacrificed for what?
To help those who feel down 
And connect the two worlds 
To make the box everyone's home

i promise you know me the most
i promise you'll watch it all up close.
i promise you'll see a side of me ill never show.
i promise you'll see my eyes full of sympathy for a world that wants me
on my knees.
i promise even if i can barely stand ill find you a place to land.
i promise ill find a remedy for this world that'll hang me by the rope.
i promise when the leaves are falling faster i will find you a happy ever after.
i promise to try and give hope through my endeavors.
i promise if there was nothing wrong there'd be nothing right.
i promise when the quire sings and church-bells ring ill forgive the
wrongs they did.
i promise ill hold their hands
i promise ill take their swords
i promise ill be their shield
i promise ill watch them
i promise ill guide them
i promise ill protect them
i promise as i have all along
i promise to love them.

release me
from these barb wires
I'm just the messenger
it's not my fault you see?
I am a simple man delivering
these words carving a prophecy
scars on my flesh
screen the visions of the end of days
not just a phase
of darkness and dawn of light
oh no,
it's the extinction of all
from dust you came and to dust you'll return
in hellfire this world will burn

I'll take you all with me
the whole ******* world with me

I was with the ocean last night and your body
Was its vessel, overflowing.  Words were frail,
Drops indwelling about the shapeless sky,
Water reaching for its own height and breath,
Like touch, were as desperate letters exchanged,
Endlessly read, until like loamy vellums, they
Disappeared in our hands.  Inklings of tide-
Pool and driftwood.

                               My blood was a river that ran
Its course.  Members feeding your deltas and birds
Breeding where the water-russet sheds on pampas
And inverness.  Eyes like wing through ever—
Green, empties the fossil shell.  Fire, brimming
Mountaintops that were, for countless millennia,
Sleeping.  Did I mention that the earth moved?
No?  Her displacement was involuntary.

Then came the waterfalls, lifting throughout
Time.  The scent, searching for its identity,
The wave, calling to its own name— Ocean,
O— cean.  And flowers, opening like galaxies
In the after-light.  A universe of face and hand
With hunger for salt-rain and then the cloud
Burst-blue and spilt and spun more redolent,
Deities, in joyous creation.

I breathe, in your ocean, like a child unborn.