| writing, thinking, wishing, watching, waiting, praying. I look around and see nothing. I know deep inside I feel something. I feel two things in me. Its deep, and they both seek reasons. And slay the excuses. I wonder, what will happen, if I was to kill! Could I get away with it! I don't want to think about a life I couldn't steal! You'll never know this Demon deep down is very real! Ignore my words, still blind to the world, and still bound to a fate you never wanted. I know you never asked to be here, I know you never wanted this world that seems to simply dominate! So maybe your filled with hate! Its all part of the darkened state! Most of us call it fate! I can repeat the same old things, over and over, but that doesn't mean you'll come any closer, to the meaning, the dreaming, the tending to my life. I am one more person just here to do as I do. It has nothing to do with you, yet it has everything! If we're all connected, then we're all doomed, if we're all separate, then we're all just here to hate. Let each other be, yet speak down upon one another like nobody has any destiny. I feel the spirit seek its own salvation, I might not find it in a lord you praise, but I'll find it in another story! One unheard one unseen, the forbidden book, you shun has been burned, the darkness can drown a man, consuming him and his thoughts. The only thing you can't kill is the idea, kill the creator, not the creation, kill no one, kill all things. Its a feeling that bleeds from the creator above that has to be vicious. Look at nature, look at its pleasure, the ones the preacher tells, you can not have! So we raise hell! Our own stories we tell! |
