Emotions are illusive like the monsters one can see. Monsters cannot be seen, so they live inside your head. Are the monsters really destroying you? Or is it your thoughts whilst alone, lying in bed... The illusion of life itself can lead to many emotions of ones mind... Blinds us. So we feed on the illusion of negativity. Things happen that make us see the darkness. Destructive, like a dead body and a ****** mess. Corruptive... Yet still I test.
I look around, I see a sea of faces... So many faces pretending To be content with the life they have. They walk around acting as if marriage and kids is the only source of fulfillment. I feel a deep wealth of sadness As the ones without those things Still continue to progress forward, While I sit washed away feeling useless.
Useless like a bird without wings... Numbness is a glimpse. As the emotions pour into you... Your soul feels inburdened with dread. Sins...
Sin isn't something that I believe in, I believe in enjoying life to the fullest... Yet I'm always with both knees to the ground. Wondering if I'll ever be worthy of success, I mean I'm just an outcast to most eyes that inhabit this planet. There's not much meaning to my life.
An outcast with a craving for happiness. So I take the devils side in hopes for success. Failure is an illusive matter that my dark mind cannot cope with... I judge myself in misery. My dark philosophical thoughts rise inside of me... Blind eyes see the lies... And when in doubt, I see it too. My third eye shut down... My spirituality is all but gone... I crave the high... I need the drug in my veins to fight through the **** pain.
But even happiness is forbidden fruit, An illusion best served as a party favor.
Written by me and Xoaquin Oznian ... Our compatible thoughts make a unique poem.