killerpuppy
People everywhere
And their number only grows
Mindless and hungry
my brain is fried
like the french, and the potato
im fried
like the french man who killed his wife
the one
on methadone
fried
like the man that shut out the world
and suffered
my brain is fried
because its a hot day
it rambles on senselessly
but its ok
This young heart is cracked, bleeding and sore
And i was too stubborn to accept help from before
Now I can feel myself dying, though i feel no pain,
And i can feel my hollow body beginning to drain
Every bit of energy and the slightest of hope
Is struck down by ill dreams of being abandoned and alone
My eyes may tell a story, but my mind has remained
This fucking voice inside my head has never been tamed.
I like to get lifted by any means possible. Drugs? Sure. That's about it. Unless I meditate but that's pretty fucking difficult with all these distractions i have around me. It might be easy to just...leave those distractions behind but i live a world revolving around distractions. The only sanctuary i have is my head.
Just as I entered the world,
A fence stood right before me.
It taunted me
It laughed at me
What will you do now?
What will you do now?
And I climbed over it.
ive lost myself and im scattered in pieces.
I put on my apron
and walk towards your body
it lies there on a cold marble bed.
and it fascinates me,
if only you could see
i cut and i slice
and tear away at the seams
to find out the cause of death
but really,
its brings joy to me
A rundown estate with the
bitterness of souls.
With each one snapping at you
the moment you pass through the door.
You can feel their eyes
and sense their scan
But you know its alright,
you'll walk out as a "man".
Passionate about what? Yourself?
In this state?
Look at yourself, this isn't passion.
This is pathetic,
and thats what you're making it to be.
Youll cry to yourself at night,
and yell at the star rippled sky,
"what happened to me?
When did I leave?"
Castles made of sand
are washed away by the sea.
Lyrics in a song are
a simple analogy
Just like Ozymandias
and other kings the world has brought
Your castle wont last a lifetime
Your castle, will sit and rot.
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