Sever ties and Self destruct. Enter insanity, already no fun Unless your enthralled by the world outside Theres no point in living sixteen years past dead No wonder hes mistaken. He's teething on air; since what a shame it might be to dangle right here. When his imaginary friends say it wouldn't make a sound, And the few substantial people, well, fuck them anyhow. They won't comprehend shit, they scoff in his face at the thought of escaping. Since they're so convinced to succeed is the theme of this fucking human fluke. Bullshit. We're all no one, motherfucker Have a joyus time in your little parody I'll be here in mine. Wasting away my existance, With which I'm just fine. Sitting up sedated Thought wracks my brain Assumed feeling and predicaments don't mean a thing As I question everything in sight I'm not like the rest of you But I won't attempt to make things right Since this all seems typical to me No acid trips or xanax, ecstasy can't even save me now No feeling left to summon Just lay here go to sleep because The warmth is all thats left out here to remind me i exist Lets die and call it quits Hey, there's loads of heat in hell These are two different poems. I just tend not to title stuff...for some reason...um yea.h.
