Broken and useful, misguided but leading,
If only i could glimpse the meaning to it all
Shattering illusions as realities fall
Heed this sirens call and follow
My souls full while my bodys hollow
I live in space created by us
Everything we see from cats food and buses
Is part of the illusion this delusions
Got me screaming for sanctuary
Braving out the storm
From which i was born
In a world full of scorn and judgement
I will be the executioner jury and judge
I create my path this winding road
Has had me lost for oh so long
Everytime i see it coming to an end
Ive lost another friend
I cant let that happen again
Ill back track because i leave no woman
Man i feel good with how i been living
But i wish for more always craving
This worlds had me caving
I wish for the past to recur
Even if its gotten me hurt
Ive been conditioned to believe
I live in a state of disbelief
As i learn this land is make-belief
I just hope i can me you see
This world is yours to create
You choose to stay up late
Under the beauty of the stars
To read my lick of bars
I dont need no fancy cars
I just need to learn to be free
Always looking for what makes happy
About the Creator
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I've reached an age, a timeless phase, where I no longer hide my face, but I'm frustrated and in a rage, I know these sound like complaints, but it's quite the opposite, I'm trying to avoid a fit, in this darkness I will sit and wallow, for the truth is a lot harder to swallow, I dream of being crazy, at least then I'd have a reason to be lazy, but I think I'm just too sane, trying to find the evidence to claim, all the evils I explain, I feel I have been tame for far too long, if you're listening to this song, you'll know minds never been wrong, you've been called upon, this wicked ensemble, solemnly swinging my moods, while the world's left spinning, in the right direction, at our own discretion, I've got an obsession, yet don't know the lesson, hoping to lessen the pain, without anything to gain, aside from my freedom, my demons I feed them, with evil secretion, seeping out my pores, there's nothing but closed doors, everywhere I turn, I really only yearn, to learn about my burn this sudden heat that I cannot beat has me glued to my seat and begging for help as I try to yelp but I'm left alone with not even a phone hoping to hone my skills I've swallowed some pills to open my mind but terrors I find in this head of mine there's a demon that laughs as it judges my past trying to loosen its grasp and see what's passed this forked path you do the math and I'll just pass this class with weapons of mass destruction there is no junction I haven't seen my brain is bursting at the seams with all of this anger I need a new anchor as I would like to sail over the horizon while trying to defy them only findin' they were true between me and you my voices are like toys just a bit more serious feeling delirious but they have experience with my surroundings it's quite astounding and emotion shrouding to be desensitized to constant lies.
By Seras Shawana6 years ago in Poets
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