dont read this . i'm venting. pure shit.

i think in lyrics
if i think at all
i can't help but rhyme sometimes
while i lie in my bed
freestyling in my head
if i could stop i'd get some sleep
but the rhythym continues upstairs
and my body is too slow to follow
i used to be able to use my brain
like the tool it is meant to be
to think things through
to recognize the beauty
that i can't help but envy
every day i feel like my best friend
is the tree in the park blocks
about 3 away from me
and i give him a hug as i pass by
and shed a tear as i stand there
a freak of nature
but at least i'm still part of it
i must have skipped a step
in my reincarnation
because I'm not ready for this yet
the emotional rollercoaster of being human
like i'm so high and mighty
i can just take over everything
that is below the hierarchy of
mankind
while i rest at the bottom
of our species
in my head
somedays i am beautiful
on the outside
but there really is nothing past that
i feel like i'm dead
there is nothing in my head
i no longer have thoughts
just feelings
like i rely upon only instinct
to get me through my life
maybe i can grow up and be a little house wife
plant a garden in the back
and wait everyday until 5
hoping that someone will walk in and sweep me off my feet
after i spend all day
sweeping the floor
and weeping,
a puddle of ideas and thoguhts i lost
my mind
and noone can fill me up
so i guess i'll just be empty
and spend my days alone.
i dont like my tone,
and neither does he
an angry
violent
mess
in a dress.

 

Or maybe you are the clenched fist of fate, smashing through the barriers of Hate; and the Love bourn therefrom was the opposite octave reaction, reverse mirror reflection of the inevitable regeneration of all directed force. In Hell, you know, all the most refined are below the basest. But what decays into the below comes out to soar in the lungs of the above, so that they are ever alike. I'd love to see you plant your feet on the ground and reach to the sky. I am willing to bet you are quite the vision of beauty, when you stretch.