first off i`d like to apologize to anyone reading this
it`s just me venting
posted it because i wrote it on the board, kind of ascendantly i guess
wanted to create something beautiful but it feel apart with my malice
anyway`s please comment i guess
i`d like to see how it turned out
to kill a memory
or just let it fade?
to open your eyes
or just sleep away?
great the day
or spite your god?
all in question, sanity is nothing to me
normality for those who seek acceptance
acceptance that never did come
but all is dealt with in time
i shall find reason for this petty life
for existence is nothing, if not petty in itself
struggle against the tides of fate, only to be shallowed by the depths of your empty heart
a heart you emptied, to fill with joy, happiness, bliss
and all you wanted was a little kiss
just a moment, to live in eternally
to create a fond memory of which to dwell
but your lost within your frozen hell
so cold, so alone, nothing for naught
always struggled, never fought
life wasn`t worth the trouble of it all
starring into your heart, breaking wall
happiness brings only sorrow
laughter is soon forgotten
the only truth is time
cruel and without mercy
killing us in sleep
our dreams only fade
the meaning shall pass
beauty killed the beast, plastic is reality
reality is created within numbers
numbers within our minds
our minds from our past
our past from nothing
for nothing is the creator
the soil is our heaven
even the sky has limits, as we kill magic
science is the new religion
manufactured truths create our gods
our minds rot with age
our body withers from birth
a delicate flower for some
a filthy weed for most
love is nothing as far as i can tell
a feeling? a moment? desire?
18 cold years on this hell alone
the bells of fate i fear are ringing
but the echo is empty
holding no fear, joy, despair
and the weed of my heart continues to grow despite my efforts
as if life won`t give up on me, even after i cast it aside
maybe i never tried, or tried too hard
maybe fate isn`t something we can change, set in stone within our souls
but it`s the struggle that keeps us going, the constant torment of life
to go on despite the worlds twisted efforts, to find love in spite of the frozen reality i created
spit in the face of the god that never was