When You’re Dead, Like Me
All You Have Is Hope And Determination
Sometimes Just Hope
Engraved Into My Eyelids Is This Fantasy World That I Hope To Live In.
But Engraved Into my Heart Is All the Time I’ve Tried To Go There But Failed.
Keep Your Eyes On The Prize They Say
But That Little Glimmer Of Hope In My Eyes Tells Them That My Eyes ARE On The Prize
But The Fiends Of Hell Try To Make Sure My Eyes Stay Dead- Looking...
When You’re Dead, Like Me, You Do Everything You Can To Achieve the Fantasy
But You Do It With A Black Heart, A Tar Soul And Glimmering Eyes. I’m A Dead Person.
With Nothing.
But I Am Not Hopeless.

Doubt.
Disco.
Dreams.
Life.
Liberty.
The Pursuit Of Happiness.
Pepsi.
Gangsters.
God.
Rare.
Archaic.
Words.
Shadows.
Red.
Light.
Unknowingness.
Tears.
Pain.
Undercover.
Beauty Queens.
Degenerates.
Open Eyes.

The Things I Want To Do Seem So Unreachable For Me
I’m Confused Yet Hopeful.
I Put Things Off, Thinking I Have Time But I Just Realize That I’m Too Weak- Minded, To Hypocritical, To Judgmental, To Do The Things That Will Help Me Out.
Maybe Deep Down I’m Purposely Trying To Fail, Because I Know That I Will Even If I Try.
Yet I Remain Hopeful That One Day I’ll Get Up The Courage And Self Respect To Shut The **** Up And Do What I Need To Do.
But Who Knows, Right?

In Hell You Have To Second Guess
You Have To Filter Beautiful Truths.
You Have To Attack Your Brain Until It Gives You Ideas and Answers,
In Hell You Have To Become A Robotic Show dog Dancing To Someone Else's Drum
So When I Get To Heaven To The Beautiful Duty Of God, Why Do i Do The same?
Why Can't Society Release It's Breath-stealing Grip?
Am I Just As Guilty As Those Posers Pretending To Be "Deep"?
Is Poetry A Lie, Or A truth?

The Obstruction In Throat Of Tears.
So Pristine
Pristine because Beauty Is Beauty An It Is Good.
Unexplainable Force Pounding On Soul Because Beauty Is Urgent And Paramount.
It Squeezes Soul Gliding To Hypothetical Throat, Choking.
But It Is Bliss Because Beauty Holds No Rules.
Bliss is pain.
Pain Was The Beginning.
It Expresses Superiority, When You Are Choked By God's Hand. or Words. The Beauty In tears Of Words Fell Upon You. Forever Changed. Though Not Significant.
It's Ironic, Those Very Words That Choke You, Restrict You From Saying Or Emoting Them.

I'm Looking For Those Dreamers,
Those Pariah.
Those Who Are Standing On Their Porches Gazing Up At The Everlasting Universe Praying To The God Within Their Souls For Rebellion.
I'm looking For The Children Of The Bad Revolution.
The Forever Angels, The Painters Of The Town
Those Who Have No People, I'll Be Your People, You Will Be Mine.
I'm Looking For The Geniuses OF The Soul, The Paradise Seekers.
I Know I'm not The Only One, i'm Looking For Those Who Are Trapped In Fear, Trapped In Sadness, Trapped in Life.
Come To Me
Rise From The Grave.
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
I'm looking For Those Who Are Begging For Resurrection.
I NEED YOU I NEED YOU.

Justification
Explanation
Assurance
Feeds My Inner Eye
It's my Guardian, My Parents
It Knows What Right, Or Does it?
I Think I'm Independent
But I Have it To Guide Me
Does It Do Good, Or Evil To My Soul?
It Is My Only Question
It Is My Wonder
It Is My Angel
It Talks To Me, it Has An Opinion.
IT IS MY GOD.
I AM MY ONLY GOD.