sumtimes i like 2 sit and uncontemplate existiance...

[midnightago_go]

its a futile example of a feudal existence in a marvelous waste of time.
u dont know how many times i had 2 use spell check on that last sentence,
i cant write a wrong
or wrench my fists n anger 2 the gods that cursed me
because ive become a curse on myself and its a curse of self pity
and loathing like no other.
and add chemicals 2 that and youve got,
1 dull existence baby.

im dripping with ignorance
and running my mouth all over the place,
hitting my face
for youth i hope 2 replace,
with a pain n a pen,
i feel the prickles begin 2 run down my skin
im wraped up n sin and ready 2 begin.

the terror that fills my feet,
sinks me into the deep,
the abyss of my skin wrapped 2 tight it grows thin
time and again the people begin,
2 see whats within
a phony young boy who wants 2 pretend its 2 late 2 begin one day soon it will end....

im lost but not hopeless,
i cannot explaine why but i feel like i know not 2 go
even though i dont feel like i can grow
near a world
but detached
like my shell never hatched,
the darkness consumes me and i curn out the same old shit
dark isnt deep
its just a trick and a seed.
implanted into thoughts
written and bought,
by mothers and fathers
2 scare sons and daughters
2 never venture into the abyss of insanity again....