I’m psychosexual
But somehow
A hyper-intellectual
It’s like a festival
All up in my mind
Fueled by love, lust, rage, maybe hate
Lysergic acid
Diethylamide
Hopeless dreams and psilocybe
I would entice you
To look inside
But I’d fear for your sanity
It’s no place for the blind
I once thought of ending it
Closing the blinds
On a cold winters eve
In the dead of night
The bottle in my hand
I broke the glass
No liquid came out
I was drunk off my ***
This was how I was
Or perhaps how I am
I question everyday
If this was part of the plan
Cuts all up my arm
I’ve always said self-harm
Was for the weak and twisted
With their minds tangled like yarn
But now I see truth
I’m an agnostic
All I need was proof
I’m a concrete home with no roof
I’m a writer, a brother
A musician and a lover
I’m a man and a boy
An old soul that never knew joy
She was momma’s little angel
Starry eyed with her dreams
Turned **********
******* randoms for the fiend
A hopeless romantic
His heart sealed up hermetically
He strung himself up when she spat out
“You’re pathetic”, apathetically
What a broken society
It’s the norm to suffer
It’s a personality flaw
To give a **** about another
This is why I’m insane
You see why I’m a ******* ******
Always getting caught up screaming
“I’m just trying to do the right thing, you know?”
A semi-schizo voice
I’m perpetually trying to shut up
Showing compassion for others
Only made me an altruistic ******
So now you see
What happens when you read in-between
These are my minds insides
I hope they made you scream
But I only brought you to the doorstep
Would you dare to step in?
All I can tell you is
I never made it out
There are true monsters within
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
I’m psychosexual
But somehow
A hyper-intellectual
It’s like a festival
All up in my mind
Fueled by love, lust, rage, maybe hate
Lysergic acid
Diethylamide
Hopeless dreams and psilocybe
I would entice you
To look inside
But I’d fear for your sanity
It’s no place for the blind
I once thought of ending it
Closing the blinds
On a cold winters eve
In the dead of night
The bottle in my hand
I broke the glass
No liquid came out
I was drunk off my ***
This was how I was
Or perhaps how I am
I question everyday
If this was part of the plan
Cuts all up my arm
I’ve always said self-harm
Was for the weak and twisted
With their minds tangled like yarn
But now I see truth
I’m an agnostic
All I need was proof
I’m a concrete home with no roof
I’m a writer, a brother
A musician and a lover
I’m a man and a boy
An old soul that never knew joy
She was momma’s little angel
Starry eyed with her dreams
Turned **********
******* randoms for the fiend
A hopeless romantic
His heart sealed up hermetically
He strung himself up when she spat out
“You’re pathetic”, apathetically
What a broken society
It’s the norm to suffer
It’s a personality flaw
To give a **** about another
This is why I’m insane
You see why I’m a ******* ******
Always getting caught up screaming
“I’m just trying to do the right thing, you know?”
A semi-schizo voice
I’m perpetually trying to shut up
Showing compassion for others
Only made me an altruistic ******
So now you see
What happens when you read in-between
These are my minds insides
I hope they made you scream
But I only brought you to the doorstep
Would you dare to step in?
All I can tell you is
I never made it out
There are true monsters within
I wrote this morning on a whim, turned out being something I really took pride in writing out. Probably one of my better pieces.
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