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It’s dark outside, too dark to see.
Fine for some, but not for me.
It should be blacker, black enough to hide
From the creatures of the night
and the nightmare that’s inside
another year goes by, mostly low, and little high
had some fun but at what cost
not seeing what I have., but what I lost
the light of the past burns on and on
reminding all of stars I crossed
a day just like so many before
sitting in my electric chair
not strapped in, but can’t get up
dead man living in the real world
where’s the warmth when all is cold?
The grown man walks from place to place
No expression on his face
Hidden from the world outside
Lives the little boy who learned to hide
Because no one wanted him around
The boy peers out at the evil world
Soulless people walking around
He wonders where his world went
Filled with color and vibrant joy
Replaced by the misery of lonesomeness
People talking at his head all day
Calling themselves friends until
He decides to unburden himself
Trusting that they’ll understand
And they walk away before he can begin
There’s got to be a better day
But it’s too far away to see
The evil that men do lives on
And the evil that he is can’t die
But who gives a damn anyway, he’ll be fine.
yeah, another shitty pissed off poem. say what you want. who gives a shit anyways.
Fine for some, but not for me.
It should be blacker, black enough to hide
From the creatures of the night
and the nightmare that’s inside
another year goes by, mostly low, and little high
had some fun but at what cost
not seeing what I have., but what I lost
the light of the past burns on and on
reminding all of stars I crossed
a day just like so many before
sitting in my electric chair
not strapped in, but can’t get up
dead man living in the real world
where’s the warmth when all is cold?
The grown man walks from place to place
No expression on his face
Hidden from the world outside
Lives the little boy who learned to hide
Because no one wanted him around
The boy peers out at the evil world
Soulless people walking around
He wonders where his world went
Filled with color and vibrant joy
Replaced by the misery of lonesomeness
People talking at his head all day
Calling themselves friends until
He decides to unburden himself
Trusting that they’ll understand
And they walk away before he can begin
There’s got to be a better day
But it’s too far away to see
The evil that men do lives on
And the evil that he is can’t die
But who gives a damn anyway, he’ll be fine.
yeah, another shitty pissed off poem. say what you want. who gives a shit anyways.