Oct 2018
Eyes of the horror of existence,
anxiety filled actions, driven of avoiding transgressions,
intensely discontented to what lays
in
reality, fearing of being caught up in the rhyme in it.
Rebellious only
towards the mundane & perhaps I’m wanting something I can’t have,
wishing to be immortalized in pictures,
slipping into mystery.
Everyone is telling me
to say something,
but when I speak, they smack me for being clever
while
in irony is they despise a fool.
What's the day without a little night.
Give the crack to a kid,
who cares, a war in the middle east,
rather a war on poverty,
they’ve got money for war, but can’t feed the poor,
always had enough,
seems that it’s always rough.
There’s a war conceptions, so the police can bother me.
Take the evil out of people that are developing themselves, some seem Heaven sent, jails are filled with Mystics, some want to operate in an easy way, but hey, they got to get paid. So they have everything in a ****** way. Perhaps I’m obsessed with finding myself in this uncaring world & for I’ve found in content with my own bitterness. Life can be so disappointing, passionless passages of time. Spitting straight from the heart. I can't rewind, pause or fast forward, when you’re the ****, the world’s eyes gaze upon. On the cover of the magazine, flossing with the fashion, tossing with the stars, late night, lust & lies, bright lights under the trending signs. Everything goes, through generally it does. With people's hands still out, can you really blame people for trying to get what they can?
In the event of demise, I shall die standing up.
Cause
it’s going
to
be
a
tormented & lonely death with a pocket full of soul, with no other place to go.
I can give to those & I can take away,
it’s tiring to wake up, ****** up, pockets broken now they’re empty with bills to pay, just a body to sell to those sinners, while drinking bourbon while wishing
I didn’t have to live
so Devilish. Just a Zen abuser. But it’s like quicksand,
when you’re on it,
keeping falling, while no-one hears you calling, so you end up self-destructing.
anxiety filled actions, driven of avoiding transgressions,
intensely discontented to what lays
in
reality, fearing of being caught up in the rhyme in it.
Rebellious only
towards the mundane & perhaps I’m wanting something I can’t have,
wishing to be immortalized in pictures,
slipping into mystery.
Everyone is telling me
to say something,
but when I speak, they smack me for being clever
while
in irony is they despise a fool.
What's the day without a little night.
Give the crack to a kid,
who cares, a war in the middle east,
rather a war on poverty,
they’ve got money for war, but can’t feed the poor,
always had enough,
seems that it’s always rough.
There’s a war conceptions, so the police can bother me.
Take the evil out of people that are developing themselves, some seem Heaven sent, jails are filled with Mystics, some want to operate in an easy way, but hey, they got to get paid. So they have everything in a ****** way. Perhaps I’m obsessed with finding myself in this uncaring world & for I’ve found in content with my own bitterness. Life can be so disappointing, passionless passages of time. Spitting straight from the heart. I can't rewind, pause or fast forward, when you’re the ****, the world’s eyes gaze upon. On the cover of the magazine, flossing with the fashion, tossing with the stars, late night, lust & lies, bright lights under the trending signs. Everything goes, through generally it does. With people's hands still out, can you really blame people for trying to get what they can?
In the event of demise, I shall die standing up.
Cause
it’s going
to
be
a
tormented & lonely death with a pocket full of soul, with no other place to go.
I can give to those & I can take away,
it’s tiring to wake up, ****** up, pockets broken now they’re empty with bills to pay, just a body to sell to those sinners, while drinking bourbon while wishing
I didn’t have to live
so Devilish. Just a Zen abuser. But it’s like quicksand,
when you’re on it,
keeping falling, while no-one hears you calling, so you end up self-destructing.
