(no subject)

[heavensbottosai]

sitting here alone
knowing i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
nothing really helps
guess i could say i was better off dead.

any place is better than here
this place of puppets and marrionetes
all along realizing 
saying to myself "I'm tired of these fucking gits"

the black abbyss grows inside me,
the pressure makes it hard to breath
from every word that pours from my mouth
the essence of hatred steadily seaths

home is no longer home
the people's faces of childhood times
rotted and withered from one addiction or another
making the present a irrational crime

across the immpassable ocean
is a paradise lost that i fear i will never again see
and yet the image of walking the sakura pathed streets
is the only thing that in anyway shape or form sparks me

for all i see now are the concrete streets 
sodden with the blood of heros come home
and a society filled with things that matter not
all i see is the destruction of another rome

every day i wake up in a haze
not knowing who i am or what went wong
every day i wake up in the haze
of knowing i am in the one place i dont belong

by jude hebert