Rolling over from the pain of a thousand failures
Tell me..please explain
Why is it that I still linger
My skin has dried and aged again
With speed that deafens me
Mapped about with canyons that carve deep beneth
The Painted layers of deciet

Stiff and obedient
Don’t worry I won’t twich a bit
And I listen to your stories
To bring out the artist’s best
Give me your best creative contradiction
To this hell that burns inside

And with each brush stroke
Shoot me into psycho bliss
Yes plaster on a cover
Like a band aid
To keep away the dirt

Congragulations
I am crying
Consuming, numbing
When will we break these circles that dictate our lives

It’s tiring, overwhelming
Todays success is such a sin
And you try to pierce me with your eyes
Yet I feel no pain
I feel nothing

Mother
Father
These words
Are empty, foreign
And i am out of place

I want to cry
Maybe i want to die
And I always wonder “why? ”
The heavens above take away so many of the innocent
Yet leave me here
Rotting
I am the rotting
Why?
They must want me for the flies!

show me the glint of light on broken glass

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