Back in the darkness.
Feeling nothing,
the only thing real, numbness.
Shadows move,
without the light,
their existence is hard to prove.
I wouldn’t be deceived if you tried.
I wouldn’t believe in anything I thought to be a lie.
I’m far to observing, far greater the philosopher than you would think.
I’m far to careful to become another ship that will go off into failure,
forever to sink.
Until the bottom is reached.
been low.
Seen my life flow.
Watched myself just let go.
I’m the idol soul,
no man shall control me,
no woman will own me.
I am the disease running rampant through the city.
I’m the only answer to my own misery.
I’m unforgiving agony.
Rehabilitated rejects walk the streets,
with a needle they stick their veins,
leaving soars and blisters from their addiction,
their problem is their pain,
and they are, their own strain.
Children slitting their wrist,
wondering if its an artery they missed.
After waking in hospitals for years.
They finally realize, its death they truly fear.
Those who chose to live, those that want to live.
Die in, about a year.
I’m the idol soul,
the one under no ones control.
Watching the clock roll,
I can see sorrow in tomorrow,
I see it for millions of Christians,
millions, of Heathens.
Millions of anyone that doesn’t fit any description.
I can see the happieness as well.
That which they claim isn’t real.
I’m not a know it all.
I’m just another motherfucker watching the world move on.
My pain, yes, I’ve had my own.
I was once in the dark, to reality.
My fault.
I blame me.
Thus, my cravings for self destruction did cease.
I’ve moved on beyond the trivial bullshit,
Its myself I’m looking to appease.
Its my God, I wish to conceive.
Call me crazy,
I’ll still say your just lazy,
wallowing in self pity,
self loathing misery.
It’s you I see.
Nothing to hide,
one day, you’ll die.
Just like me.
In the end, we might meet.
Only time will tell.
It might even be in some sort of.
Hell. |
