There's a feeling that's inside and it's too hard to describe
And it's like you feel your teeth grind against the smoke of the toxic sludge you breath
And you wish to pull your hair and fall apart at the seams
And you want to take it all inside and let it all die
And you just want to storm about, scream and shout
You need to have a smoke, let it seep in and choke
The feelings that stir deep within your heart
Because it's ripping you apart and tearing at your seams and forming in your dreams
A black and empty void
And you can't help but think inside that you want to scream and cry and your emotions all evoke a nature bred to choke

And you can escape for a moment, elope to space
Empty and hollow
Insencere and desolate
Who cares what the feeling is
It's one that ***** you in
An emotion of us liars
Bred from hate, born of fire
And you will only suffer
And who cares that it can feel like the sweetest thing of eden
When it caresses you, you need it
Your body it grows tired
But the muscles then crave desire
This feeling that's inside, breeding hate in the night
Who cares to even name it

When it fills you, you can't tame it
And for that moment of perfection you must pay in desperation
To keep your own frustration from eating you away and leaving you as nothing

Hey there, you
Creeping thoughts inside my mind
Telling me I'll leave behind me
A trail of nothing
Don't despair
I will listen to you, attentatively, like a lover
And hush your lips with words you dare not ever speak
Reassure me that I am a mistake
Shake me and make me quiver in fear
Let me know just how low I can sink
I want to have no more time to think
Maybe act
But I'm frozen
Because my mind loves to wander to the deepest parts
And give shape to the shadows that strangle me when I'm sleeping
Who knows what secrets you're keeping
Perhaps I am not gifted enough
To continue to walk
But maybe you're only there to drag me down into the depths of despair and loneliness
Tell me
Am I insignificant yet?

Transient emotions of courage leaving me with fear transcending the boundaries of who I am
and pushing on the edges of my mind,
expanding my range makes me feel deranged
so bring me down and take me up off the ground
I feel light as a feather
and as held down as a tether
connected to my roots and uprooting myself from within the entangled mess I call my life
and finding pieces of myself in places I'd never suspect them to hide,
transient emotions soon to be lost in time,  foolish lines...foolish lines

This is for those of us who feel neglected, abused, feel like they’re all corrupted because we’re always the ones interrupted for those of us who can move no more forever and keep striving to get an inch more forward, for those of us with no intention on paying attention to those who’ve ignored us for far too long for those of us with no-one to watch us no-one to care for us we have a voice, and it is not I it is you and me individually so be heard and speak up if the cowards won’t listen at least scream aloud just scream aloud and together we’ll move the ground so speak aloud and don’t let them ignore you not a second more I implore you just speak aloud and be heard for you have a voice and its beautiful

As my world turns, and flips and goes side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side, I see all these things before me lain to waste, gone now here again away forever to return this coming never, always there and never needed, never there and always sought, as my world turns I sometimes forget where I'm standing, and where I've stood or sought to stand, side-to-side, side-to-side, side-to-side I see them all entwined side-to-side side-by-side floating to and fro to some invisible flow. As my world turns I need something more to look for and let these things slip from my hands and fall gently to the rough ground and as my world turns it enlarges, it contracts deeply and it expands widely, when my world turns, the trees grow, the wind blows, the oceans rage and clam, the birds and the bees frolic and die wither and fry, the lands are set ablaze in burning passion which subsides as quickly as it started, when my world turns I see these things before my eyes. When my world turns I stand still and watch the skies.

The truth of the matter is that when I say I don't matter I really want you to prove me wrong. The truth is sometimes I need to hear the things I feel are lies because all of the time I live with this doubt that shrouds me in a feeling of emptiness this feeling I feel I know too well and won't leave me alone till I'm dead, till I'm cold. Truth is I never mean to say some of the things I say but say it anyways because what I want to say is too cliché. Truth is I am not myself and I never met myself but I know what it is that makes me who I am and that's not just you, not just me, but my friends and family, those that surround me because I don't fit a mold of society I just shape myself because no-one can seem to make anything with me, so I just resonate with those whom I designate a place in my life a place in this strife. The truth is my rhymes sound so familiar to you because they're fragments of the few who you know who we've shared in our life and glimmer and shine with the best years of their lives. This is the truth as I know it and I'm not afraid to show it

No matter no matter let's just all hear the Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter of the rain from the sky up so high
crashing down oh so low to the ground just to tear apart
fall apart and fade away, wash away.
No matter no matter
its all just going to fade away...no it's here to stay,
but surely it isn't the latter because it all decays it all decays and not even I'm here to stay.
No matter no matter just stand here and be in the moment and feel the ever growing torrent of pressure just assume it'll pressure you to drop
and drop to the floor or stand in the waves and feel the soothing motion wash over you and cause no commotion
I'll be on the sideline just patiently waiting. No matter, no matter it feels like I just flatter and flatter no matter no matter the words have lost their glimmer their shine, no matter no matter