Everybody has something to sayEveryone wants to be specialMore Like This
Everyone has a story to tell
Which is quite funny
Because our brains are shot to hell
So show me your art
Show me your story
And show me why i should care
Everybody thinks they're right
When everyone is wrong
And nobody wants to fight
They'd rather beg and crawl
So tell me why you're so special
And why i should care about you
Because I am tired of my generation
And I only care about a few
Crazy artistI like to thinkMore Like This
That I radiate the crazy artist cliche
Perpetually filthy, crooked thick glasses
Bitten down and bloodied finger nails
Hands twitching nervously
Strange actions and mannerisms
Similar to that of a five year old
Sometimes disturbing tones of voice
I don't need drugs
My brain is a drug
JesterWhen I find myself in times of troubleMore Like This
When there is no sound to be heard
When shadows and whispers and the whole word ceases
And when my vision is obscured
I find it helps to crank up the volume
of the laughter in my head
And yell and scream and curse and punch
Until my vision turns the world red
And when this laughing jester
this circus clown,
this mad fool
tries to extend to me a kind gesture,
I then realize
far too late
He is the jester sent from hell
LonelinessIt’s a knife that pierces your soul;More Like This
Slow, agonizingly painful.
You beg to make it stop, plead for mercy and relief of a heartache.
When it’s dark and quiet, you feel alone.
When your allies have abandoned you and you want them.. No, need them to come back.
You pray that they won’t leave you alone again.
Because you know that once are alone, the things that go bump in the night come to life.
Senses heightened in fear and anticipation.
The darkness closes around you.
You feel trapped.
Powerless and weak, you pray for the light to find you.
It never comes.
You lose hope.
You start to accept the darkness, become part of it.
Heat and light become such a rare commodity that you don’t notice the cold and desperation lingering there anymore.
You are no longer dependent on such luxuries.
You become strong.
Strong on independence, self-reassurance, and instinct.
You forget what it’s like to be loved.
It’s times like these when you find out who you truly are.