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So misunderstood. Never wished for this. Parts of him from others. Their spirits not in bliss. Nature is off balance. What the doctor tried was wrong. And now the monster lives.
I guess I'm the only one. Who stays up all night. Just to write. Words on paper. That appeal to you. Guess I'm speaking to no one. Or maybe my words have fallen on deaf ears. Or nobody wants to hear.
Sat here in the pub we are in I'm drunk and there not, I see them as there true selves and they see me as a freak, weirdo bound for nothing but who cares.
By Placebo Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes. Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
I hate society. The pressurisation from every thing you see. Every magazine you glance at. Perfection is key; but what is this perfection. Do you know. I obviously dont...
Blackened ivy climbs the night, Frigid, ice, absorbing light, Stalking shadows, blurring sight.
Wake me up with morning rain. As I walk these streets that all look the same. Dry my skin on the days first train. Same bystanders, different names. Wishing hard for something good. Curse my luck.
For you. I crawl over land and water. For you I cross the desert and split the sky in two,. And turn my soul from all things,. To reach the place. Where I am alone with You.”. But your just a dream.
When will the moon cry And when will the oceans dry. Shall we ever be happy again Or are all promises insane. A feverish cloud I always hide Will I ever be a bride.
Some things can be rather depressing While others are simply truly distressing. I have a brain and personal experience So can see the truth behind appearance.
Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuit board and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Laid it at the arbiter's feet If I could change my mind, change the paradigm Prepare myself...
When the days are cold. And the cards all fold. And the saints we see. Are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail. And the ones we hail. Are the worst of all. And the blood’s run stale.
Life is unfair, it never goes your way. It may be a good day, but something bad will happen. When it is not your day, things will go terrible. Even in dreams, something won't go your way...
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
This is not a happy poem I am through with happy rhymes They lie with lines all nicely timed I look at every charming phrase And throw the book aside, enraged.