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A Bit Lost/ Passing On

Where do I go

to find the right place

where I can be me

and live happily

 

I am often the lonely person in a crowded room

watching over everyone as they relate to each other

how will I ever be a person of people

with all the distance of our indifference

 

I don't belong here where none of it feels real

there is no genuine favor anymore

just conditional emotions based on desire

fickle and hypocritical with two faces

impulsive for immediate gratification

leaving nothing for those who wait

 

All we have

are the breaths we take

and the experiences we survive

teach us how to fail brilliantly

 

In a strange environment

drifting slowly through the world

passing by unknowingly

others who are strange like me

but more unique

It is strangely common to feel different

and that is how I am just the same

I don't want to belong here

I want to be out there

failing because I tried

not because of my indifference  

that kept me grounded

 

It's a good night to be lost

to be left alone to create

something so horrifying

people will wish

they could have stopped it

 

Just sitting there silent and motionless

as it develops into the nasty thing it should become

humanity rotting away

with the mind being abducted by subliminal torture

using life to simulate alternate realities

 

Moving as ghosts do, as cold shadows move at night

through every tear drop

every ache and pain

until the heart breaks

until there's a willing and somber life to take

 

The lost become mutated

the unknown need a place to go

to die and be reborn

 

Let go of the memories

grip the still beating pulse

bring torture and agony

 

I will teach you what I know

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andrew-owens
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Dec 25, 2012
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