incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
by default, i am the bad guy.
all my efforts, sacrifices, and pain
goes nowhere
and is nothing.
the tear stains on my glasses
are simply "completely fake"
and all i feel is plastic
despite the "excuses" that i "make"
so what change would prove you?
will bloodshed give proof?
will breakage give proof?
will brains give proof?
will brawn?
of course not!
for proof is only what's tangible
because you monsters can't feel pain
your intentions are not for justice
but only for personal gain
but when say such things out loud
you tell me i'm wrong,
incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
the list just goes on-
shut up!
for this is the reality YOU have created,
and you are not running away from it itself,
but the consequences that it brings
and my, you are a wonderful runner
and i'm tired of chasing you
but you'll wear out, eventually
you'll admit it, eventually
you'll apologize, eventually
and you'll get back up
and start running again, eventually
and there'll be nothing else i can do but chase you again, eventually
and i'll catch you, "eventually"
because good always wins over evil,
so the true question is,
in the gaslight eyes of fate,
who is who?
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
by default, i am the bad guy.
all my efforts, sacrifices, and pain
goes nowhere
and is nothing.
the tear stains on my glasses
are simply "completely fake"
and all i feel is plastic
despite the "excuses" that i "make"
so what change would prove you?
will bloodshed give proof?
will breakage give proof?
will brains give proof?
will brawn?
of course not!
for proof is only what's tangible
because you monsters can't feel pain
your intentions are not for justice
but only for personal gain
but when say such things out loud
you tell me i'm wrong,
incorrect, inconsiderable, invalid
the list just goes on-
shut up!
for this is the reality YOU have created,
and you are not running away from it itself,
but the consequences that it brings
and my, you are a wonderful runner
and i'm tired of chasing you
but you'll wear out, eventually
you'll admit it, eventually
you'll apologize, eventually
and you'll get back up
and start running again, eventually
and there'll be nothing else i can do but chase you again, eventually
and i'll catch you, "eventually"
because good always wins over evil,
so the true question is,
in the gaslight eyes of fate,
who is who?
so yeah summer break's going just great for me
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