The world pisses me off.
With all its ignorance,
with all its pride
with all its people
with all my feeble minded foes
with everything people live for for,
with so many depressed,
with so many eyes averted,
with so many self righteous hypocrites who use you, and then discard you with disgust like that of a used condom.
Why don't people see me here?
Head down, soul crushed. Can't look at you in the eyes, I feel like some freak with a birth defect, and I don't deserve to be here. Is you throne that tall that you can't just come down here to at least put your hand on my shoulder? Are you scared that you might teeter off like old Humpt
To those who lie awake at night
who dawdle in their personal plight
wondering how they will win the fight
feeling as though they have no might
you punish yourself for reasons unknown
hoping that the right way will be shown
you fear that you misery will be known
but you always end up all on your own
We all have our own demons
for all our own seasons
for every stupid little reason
we all have our own demons
To those who stumble through the day
worrying how they will find a way
wondering how they all can stay
so joyful throughout the day
your afraid to see the light
so you hideout in the night
there's no way it can be right
so
Hello brother, I love you
Hello brother, how do you do?
Hello brother, I'm over here
Hello borther, I'm in fear
Why would you abandon me?
When we seem to be so close?
Whats with this ignorance,
I thought we were so close
Hello friend, talk to me
Hello friend, don't you see?
Hello friend, im not glass
Hello friend, you so harass
Why don't you notice me here?
Is it not to perfectly clear?
Maybe I could shead you a tear
The it would be oh so clear
Hello stranger, How do you do?
Hello stranger, pleased to meet you too,
Hello stranger, you made my day
Hello stranger, I really must say
I found comfort where
A hole
A gaping hole here in this body,
Right where a happy child once lived,
Torn from all his love, and amusement
No one here to know me, to be a brother
all these secrets, all these lies
seem to get jumbled in one another
they get lost within their neighbors
indistinguishable, untraceable
and no one here by my side
no one here to call family
and maybe not even friend
all alone I suffer in this prison
this cell this blissful ignorance,
where the pain still seems to penetrate
and thus I stay here
pinned to my seat with this arrow
crafted from emotions
love
hate
all merge into something
yet I sit here spewing this message
Held down by my own chains of fate
Stuck here in this pathetic state
They try to help me
But it will never be
These chains of mine,
My soul they bind
As the clock still winds
I see myself, myself I hate
Already know I am second rate
No one can change me,
I will never seem to be
Free of these chains of mine
My soul is locked, bound,
Never again to be found
What must I do to change my fate?
To differ from this pathetic state?
Why there are the keys, I can see
Lying there, Right next to me
To open again the chains of mine...
Yet why I do not use them skips my mind
While this eternal clock of time forever winds
The world pisses me off.
With all its ignorance,
with all its pride
with all its people
with all my feeble minded foes
with everything people live for for,
with so many depressed,
with so many eyes averted,
with so many self righteous hypocrites who use you, and then discard you with disgust like that of a used condom.
Why don't people see me here?
Head down, soul crushed. Can't look at you in the eyes, I feel like some freak with a birth defect, and I don't deserve to be here. Is you throne that tall that you can't just come down here to at least put your hand on my shoulder? Are you scared that you might teeter off like old Humpt
To those who lie awake at night
who dawdle in their personal plight
wondering how they will win the fight
feeling as though they have no might
you punish yourself for reasons unknown
hoping that the right way will be shown
you fear that you misery will be known
but you always end up all on your own
We all have our own demons
for all our own seasons
for every stupid little reason
we all have our own demons
To those who stumble through the day
worrying how they will find a way
wondering how they all can stay
so joyful throughout the day
your afraid to see the light
so you hideout in the night
there's no way it can be right
so
Hello brother, I love you
Hello brother, how do you do?
Hello brother, I'm over here
Hello borther, I'm in fear
Why would you abandon me?
When we seem to be so close?
Whats with this ignorance,
I thought we were so close
Hello friend, talk to me
Hello friend, don't you see?
Hello friend, im not glass
Hello friend, you so harass
Why don't you notice me here?
Is it not to perfectly clear?
Maybe I could shead you a tear
The it would be oh so clear
Hello stranger, How do you do?
Hello stranger, pleased to meet you too,
Hello stranger, you made my day
Hello stranger, I really must say
I found comfort where
A hole
A gaping hole here in this body,
Right where a happy child once lived,
Torn from all his love, and amusement
No one here to know me, to be a brother
all these secrets, all these lies
seem to get jumbled in one another
they get lost within their neighbors
indistinguishable, untraceable
and no one here by my side
no one here to call family
and maybe not even friend
all alone I suffer in this prison
this cell this blissful ignorance,
where the pain still seems to penetrate
and thus I stay here
pinned to my seat with this arrow
crafted from emotions
love
hate
all merge into something
yet I sit here spewing this message
Held down by my own chains of fate
Stuck here in this pathetic state
They try to help me
But it will never be
These chains of mine,
My soul they bind
As the clock still winds
I see myself, myself I hate
Already know I am second rate
No one can change me,
I will never seem to be
Free of these chains of mine
My soul is locked, bound,
Never again to be found
What must I do to change my fate?
To differ from this pathetic state?
Why there are the keys, I can see
Lying there, Right next to me
To open again the chains of mine...
Yet why I do not use them skips my mind
While this eternal clock of time forever winds
This Slanderous Smile
And Torrid Tone
Are meant to Deceive:
I am no Intimate;
I am no Quality.
This exterior lives a better life than I am permitted.
The one who
Lies
In here:
He is Terror-Soaked/Drenched.
His voice leaves him
Friendless; Worthless.
He understands only
Isolation
Detachment
Torment
His uncounted desires are manifold.
His petty attainment
Lacking
And, if you get too close
His reaction is always
Shame.
Current Residence: My House deviantWEAR sizing preference: My Size Print preference: On Paper Favourite genre of music: Same as b4 Favourite photographer: Same as 2 questions b4 Favourite style of art: Art Operating System: Yes MP3 player of choice: Anything thats not over priced because of its name Shell of choice: My personal bubble Wallpaper of choice: i prefer paint actually Skin of choice: umm... My Own... Favourite cartoon character: Gaara... of the FUNK! Personal Quote: Art is spontaneous, no one ever plans it. -Me
Favourite Visual Artist
idk theres so many out there
Favourite Movies
Zombieland
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Yea... Theres lots
Favourite Writers
My Brother (1006.deviantart.com)
Favourite Games
Yes
Favourite Gaming Platform
I wish...
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop, Illustrator, need a mac...
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