Why does my best leave me so dissapointed with myself?
Feel like..
Severing my own head with the ox, just to leave it on the shelf.
Melody of church bells drips across my brain, salvation in vain.
White and thunderous is the pain, every facet is going insane.
I envisioned a family, fireplace love and dinner party hosts.
Yet I drift under the everglades, tar-covered dove mingling with ghosts.
Where's the hope? Nestled under the crease of your dissaproving eyes.
Sometimes I feel like wing-clipped 15th story leaps- I can't lie.
Undeveloped fetal contortions, my mind seeks an abortion.
Crumpled under the stress of the Atlas, gruesome death would be fortune.
Sometimes I seizure, thinking of body parts to cut off and please her.
Swirling pastels and blotched oil paints replace my once sharp features.
The morning creeps up on me-
Every fucking day.
Lives are summed up by the word of mouth;
and I feel like, I've nothing to say.
Morning dew across my ankles, is closest to fresh starts these days.
White sheets turn dark and evil, in every place I lay.
Amongst the metropolis I move, a world apart, everything is new
Yet why do I feel so fucking ugly, when I'm not with you?
The sweat soaked beats of urban life flow through my veins
As I trudge through the darkness..
...stressing the factors of my pain.
Fatherless, dissapointing bastard with a mom who cares too much,
If I'm going to school next year, then why am I such..
a premeditated wash up, fucked and useless in my vision.
I couldn't make the cut if I scratched my wrists with incisions.
Called obese in school, played up as the class fool.
Larger than the fucking life and world I destined myself to rule.
Now look at me, broken and pieced, can't find no fucking peace.
My heart's on lease, I feel like one of the flock like geese.
Nameless, and frankly, if success is so fucking near,
Why can't I reach it? Why do I succumb to fear?
Beaten.