21/08/12

LOOK. LISTEN. LEARN.. FEEL.

It's been awhile. I know what your'e thinking, sadly because you are me. I know what you did last summer, I know for the past week that you haven't slept. Stay awake all night thinking about that leap of faith. The image of a figure falling from the rafters to the sound of fuel.. imagine that could be you. Sometimes i wish. Sick of you're misery over nothing, but hey you keep going on about how you're a sick twisted son of a bitch when your'e not. Hey man it's alright we all think we're the baddest of the bad, but sometimes we need to let the past go.

I see how you look at them. Those humans living fancy free. I see you watch the children and your face going dark and focused like a serial killer ready to make his move. It's sick, but you love it. You love this pain, this rage that you feel. You sense happiness and you run off like a dog with its tail between its legs. Too bad you don't have one, maybe you'd have clarity. I remember that abuse you took in, locked it in a safe so you could always bring it back and feel that burn. You wonder why you never think people love you, that's what you feed yourself, these lies. But hey your'e the one, you're always there..


ONE LAST CHANCE TO GET ME THROUGH THE NIGHT, ONE LAST DANCE WITH THE LADY DRESSED IN WHITE


I feel... I feel this haunting feeling. Trapped forever as a child. I stand on a ledge the sky black the world beneath me as i stare down. Take that leap of faith. Join them down there. I lost myself I lost my alibis. One last chance to feed the enemy inside of me.

I see mirrors and I see the disaster in front of me. Take a fist wrapped by paper towel, smash the glass. Smash it all, take out your rage. take out everything.. even you. You talk to me every night telling me how shits so impossible. Telling me who I am inside. Tell me again one last time. Maybe if the adrenaline goes up high enough ill get the release. That final jolt that sends the surge. Lightning strike the land as i fall from grace.


Maybe it's best this way. The renegade of pain. Watch as everyone feels pain but you.. you make it an art form. You don't' feel pain anymore.. you are your pain. How does it feel you sick bastard? Feel the solace that night brings. Choke on the ashes as you burn away any form of relief.. miserable soul. We will dance again.