All I know is monsters All I see is a cold world that gets darker as the *** stir's The future blurs to a point its so obscure it's not yours Can't seem to stop words from causing me to go backwards Maybe I need to go back and relearn like toddlers in diapers There's no cures All the fibers of my being are withering away like dead flowers Retreating like cowards The more I try the worse I fail, a living hell, crunch the numbers I've done the math, a chalk board full of blunders Nightmares occurring with my eyes wide shut It's more then a rut A candidate to win? Nope, I have a losing ballot No safety blanket and no bright colors on my pallet Hollow and cryptic Revisit the past like I'm stuck to it with a rivet This isn't just unfortunate it's inadequate Chew off my arm to be free or just cannibalistic Can I even resist it? This dark army that I have enlisted For to long happy never even existed And you wonder why I tend go ballistic... Man, **** this ****!
Sometimes the vessel doesn't match the soul Behind a beautiful face a demon could hide It's a good place to seek shelter But a shifty sanctuary There are always pitfalls Triggers that could cause a house of cards to collapse The mask will drop and shatter What will be left is the true self Behind that beauty may be a rotten corpse An empty shell ... a hollowness A bottomless pit that could never be filled Sometimes the vessel doesn't match the soul Sometimes the vessel doesn't match the soul Sometimes the vessel doesn't match the soul
The emptiness, that fills The hollow cavity, where A heart should beat. Where blood would go Now, nothing flows. What is there, that is meant to be?
Of the things kept inside, And all the pain I've tried to hide. Turned outside, onto the world, Wherein the soul reside. Spilled, to the ground The collapse, of all that surrounds. Careening down, The end of a life.
Render me living, I have walked, too long With lurid eyes, of sunken white. My hollow heart, empty veins A shade of black, within me: Colors dark as night. And the flame I have been kindling, It too, appears To want to die