Mar 2022
While some be walking on sunshine,
I’ll be walking the fine line,
Between the sublime and a unhinged mind.
Quote the raven never more,
Through space and time.
Wonder if I ever find…
The meaning to the core.
That breeds life,
And seeks death.
And if it matters if I’m a Jedi,
Or become a Sith?
To face judgement in the afterlife,
Even though reality is already a punishment.
It makes no sense!
Should I conform,
Or should I resist?
After all I never chose to exist.
To roll around in this ****,
Like I’m some piglet.
Guess I’ll need some anti-septic.
But perhaps I’m just a cynic,
Who see’s the pathetic as poetic.
And calls it out, regardless of pro-etiquette.
As it’s like trying to live in a room, comfortably with an elephant.
Hold up wait!
I’m in my element.
Our systems a detriment.
To those it deems as a pestilent
So, they develop a regiment.
Oh, Here we go,
Again with that rhetoric.
But **** it,
The world is ****,
And I’m here to better it.
If you want songs that are melancholic,
Or has themes about money, fame, or *******.
Go to your local bargain bin,
And you’ll find a drake CD in it!
Haha.
When it comes to life,
You got two choices.
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll & Hyde.
Fighting the voices,
That got me wanting to commit suicide.
Thirsty for death.
Where the formaldehyde?
Shadows always lurking,
Hard to hide,
Even harder to fight!
When you got to pretend,
Like everything’s alright!
After all, fake smiles delight.
Where the drugs at?
Want to get higher than a kite.
In order to numb my plight.
Smash the mirrors that surround me,
Because I can’t stand the sight.
Can’t let people see the demon inside.
That feeds off positivity,
But sadly never satisfies its appetite.
That turns allies to absentees.
With the toxic cycle becoming dynamite.
That leaves fragments to those near the surrounding.
Because, Intergenerational trauma doesn’t discriminate, compadre.
But hopefully we will be able to heal one day!
Till than though…
When it comes to life,
You got two choices,
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll and Hyde.
I’ll be walking the fine line,
Between the sublime and a unhinged mind.
Quote the raven never more,
Through space and time.
Wonder if I ever find…
The meaning to the core.
That breeds life,
And seeks death.
And if it matters if I’m a Jedi,
Or become a Sith?
To face judgement in the afterlife,
Even though reality is already a punishment.
It makes no sense!
Should I conform,
Or should I resist?
After all I never chose to exist.
To roll around in this ****,
Like I’m some piglet.
Guess I’ll need some anti-septic.
But perhaps I’m just a cynic,
Who see’s the pathetic as poetic.
And calls it out, regardless of pro-etiquette.
As it’s like trying to live in a room, comfortably with an elephant.
Hold up wait!
I’m in my element.
Our systems a detriment.
To those it deems as a pestilent
So, they develop a regiment.
Oh, Here we go,
Again with that rhetoric.
But **** it,
The world is ****,
And I’m here to better it.
If you want songs that are melancholic,
Or has themes about money, fame, or *******.
Go to your local bargain bin,
And you’ll find a drake CD in it!
Haha.
When it comes to life,
You got two choices.
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll & Hyde.
Fighting the voices,
That got me wanting to commit suicide.
Thirsty for death.
Where the formaldehyde?
Shadows always lurking,
Hard to hide,
Even harder to fight!
When you got to pretend,
Like everything’s alright!
After all, fake smiles delight.
Where the drugs at?
Want to get higher than a kite.
In order to numb my plight.
Smash the mirrors that surround me,
Because I can’t stand the sight.
Can’t let people see the demon inside.
That feeds off positivity,
But sadly never satisfies its appetite.
That turns allies to absentees.
With the toxic cycle becoming dynamite.
That leaves fragments to those near the surrounding.
Because, Intergenerational trauma doesn’t discriminate, compadre.
But hopefully we will be able to heal one day!
Till than though…
When it comes to life,
You got two choices,
Laugh or cry!
This is the thesis,
Of a divide,
Between our inner Jekyll and Hyde.
