I waste my time...playing games....
i never stop to think....
an ignorant bliss...behind this smile on my lips...
and evil behind my wink...
another jaded misdirection....
i lie you lie we lie....
a judging misconception...
looking at what we hide...
in and all around ourselves...
the secrets that we keep....
the skeletons in the closet....
i dont sew....i reap....
looking at what we all could become...
i turn my gaze away...
into the stars.....and fantasy...
goes another hallow day....
i accept the dark....and desperate, lonely thoughts...
and use them as my crutch....
the suns to bright.....
for me to be out past night...
im slowly losing touch....
with all i see around me...
so blank must seem these eyes...
to sick and tired, of pasay cliche's....
to deal with your disguise....
i suppose you'll tell another one....
and perhaps many more....
misery always loves company bitch....
your steady stuck as life's whore.....
accepting every nuance....
swallowing whole loop holes....
your wisdom might, be some shit to you...
but to me, it just sounds old...
perhaps than best it be cold...
this dessert of sweet revenge....
either way, shovel it down....
your so awesome at playing pretend...
and again and again and again....
this shits just so well rehearsed...
your metaphors and weak word play....
could barely hold down a verse...
onto this last....and final thought...
who said who knows best....
just take your heart..off your sleave....
and stick it back in your chest..
and i guess it doesnt mean much now...
your ability and willingness to care....
little sheep......just get back in line.....
youve always belonged right there........
if you hear me pass again...
dont bother with wasted words....
things like that...are better said...
within the safety of your herd...
Reason for writing:
fuck it.......i love the dark like most love the light...
so sick of playing nice.....
Birth sign: Aries
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