Awaken the innocence.
We are all born guilty.
Heaven is a myth.
Hell is what we're born into.
Keep your fucking mouth shut.
Nobody cares to hear it.
Everyones too busy talking:
"Wars and Rumors About Wars."
Opinions are like assholes.
Everybodys got one.
Wisdom's like a phantom.
It's hardly ever to be seen.
For those that look at ghosts.
They are locked up in asylums.
For those who speak the truth.
They are locked up in prisons.
Which direction will we take?
How much more bullshit shall we endure?
I see so many serpents that I can't see thru to saints.
I hear so many philistines that prophets speak in vanquished tones.
Happy dwellings.
Peace to all.
Death is silence.
Life is shit.
THE END
12.31.2011
12.07.2011
i dunno
Lessons were there. I'm just not sure I ever learned them. They seemed to hang in the air,
allusive. I must've looked past them. Somehow they haunted me in their happening.
I suppose I'm just a fool, wandering. Days mean little. Night mean even less.
I'm a ghost & I see all of us. It's only because I don't see myself. I've lost sight.
My life seems lost to desolate days. Nothing ever takes places along these wayward streets.
Your vision is beyond me. I was in search of something simple. Somehow that grew complicated.
Yet somehow, now, it's just me. Taking one step in front of the other. No salvation, just stepping stones. Stoned to the bone. Alone. Suffering.
I can handle that. Can't handle anything. Nothing yet, at least. Not since she left me.
A gun to the head would almost be too easy. I'd be too good for that. I was born worth anything & everything.
Now I'm nothing. What gives? I suppose I did. I gave too much. Too much away. Now there's nothing left of me. I'm left empty.
Stabbing away at hollow words, in hopes that they can save me. They cadn't. Nothing can. Not a damn thing in the end. Smile bag of bones. Empty soul.
The ENd.
allusive. I must've looked past them. Somehow they haunted me in their happening.
I suppose I'm just a fool, wandering. Days mean little. Night mean even less.
I'm a ghost & I see all of us. It's only because I don't see myself. I've lost sight.
My life seems lost to desolate days. Nothing ever takes places along these wayward streets.
Your vision is beyond me. I was in search of something simple. Somehow that grew complicated.
Yet somehow, now, it's just me. Taking one step in front of the other. No salvation, just stepping stones. Stoned to the bone. Alone. Suffering.
I can handle that. Can't handle anything. Nothing yet, at least. Not since she left me.
A gun to the head would almost be too easy. I'd be too good for that. I was born worth anything & everything.
Now I'm nothing. What gives? I suppose I did. I gave too much. Too much away. Now there's nothing left of me. I'm left empty.
Stabbing away at hollow words, in hopes that they can save me. They cadn't. Nothing can. Not a damn thing in the end. Smile bag of bones. Empty soul.
The ENd.
12.03.2011
Who knows?
If there's this much madness in every human being, it's a wonder the whole world doesn't burst apart. Wait a second. Maybe that's precisely what it's doing. Who knows?!!
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