I used my magic, I used my words. I abused the tragic, I fused a happy lie. I amused myself how fantastic, I’m a crappy guy. I view, I view, I viewed I live on like plastic. I stood next to you but left before I broke someone new. I healed you, just to hurt you tenfold If only I resealed as the bad guy maybe I wouldn’t have made you cry when I said my last goodbye. On to the next for me to accidentally vex.
I write to the deaf man my favourite sound. Just to make sure we’re on the same ground I ask if he could hear before. He writes back “Your sound to me is of dreams.” I replied red is aggressive right? Or so it seems. So red is loud and unclean. Blue is calm and clean. He writes back “How does blue sound?” I wrote “The sound you hear.” He then writes “I do not hear.” “Exactly, the sound of silence.”
Wake up in a dream, welcome to the surreal. Take a cup of gin, seems to feel real. Roll the drum, kingdoms come this is the deal.
Just socialise don’t paralyse your not steel. Dust lies away no lies today in this land we reseal as honesty. That’s what broke me back into reality. Gravity came back and pulled me down from so high. I guess this is the bottom I will live in until I die. My lies, it was all becoming real.
Life without you hurt for awhile. You kicked me into a dirt pile. Now I have arose into a beautiful rose straight under your nose in this stone tile. How a smile grows from pretending to be alright. Oh, how love can have such a venomous bite. How it messes with your vision to show a fake sight. How generous of you to make it imaginary and not scary. How wary I am to make a new candle. A candle I can handle to keep a light. I don’t want to relight a candle, I want to fight until I can’t handle come at me night. Nighttime, daytime I say a rhyme. Fight a mime, “Oh hey enzyme.” White lime, “Decay organism.” That’s quite the dime. Relay, tight crime Oh, hey me. My special personality. Can you leave be? Can I retrieve sanity? Can I trust my own tea? Can I bust my clone me?
Wow, this started with her and ended with the evil me. I can see so clearly now that he’s back and you’re gone. I want to attack him. I want to attack me. Sadly he’s all I have when i’m forever alone.
When you trip and fall on a blade that goes through your eyes and skull. Then you finally make out it was an icicle. Break your ribs on an already broken bicycle. Pour me another glass or I will.
Give you a tour to the part of your ass you’ve never seen before. Because now you’ve awoken and you can see your head was so far up your ass you started to see what’s been waiting, a broken bicycle. One two three parted away finally from the me I was so stupid to never see that it’s not who I should be. Four five six have you ever seen the broken bicycle that made me? Relaid me to make the fade flee. Trade me for a better me to persuade signs of glee. Paid me to use the blade on me. I’m fighting myself, the monster within he. I just called me he? I’m appalled upon the thought of ever being free. It’s my own fault, I should never have played with a broken bicycle unless I wanted to bite the blade. I have every right to remain violent. I have every right to stay silent. I need to kill him. I need to kill me. A self sacrifice no one will care for. But hey, that’s me.
Memory is only temporary with the looks of emery, you see parts of the iron as the light. Then you realise that the bright light was only a treachery remedy made up from your mind from its forgotten memory insight. The possessory accidentally, mentally made a new identity to what’s now known as a memory. Fundamentally memory only remembers the bone structure. So many rhymes already in a memory, someone make a documentary. Coincidentally the bone structure makes up a new sculpture for your mind to see. Memory is an absolute treasury thankfully it’s free.
Everything in my house is moving, Everything in my house is grooving, Everything in my house is singing in it’s soothing voice. Everything in my house is dancing without a choice, clinging close because of it’s insecurities. Only one thing stands inanimate with his maturities. My bed, for as long as I have rested my head or sat there after a fit. As i’ve said and i’ll repeat it again. Everything in my house is moving, even the statue hen. Everything in my house is grooving, the pen danced off again. Everything in my house chanced to sing in it’s soothing voice. There hey lay, my bed where I shall sleep in at the end of the day, he doesn’t have a choice anyway...
I came from a thousand Hells, but no one cared. My name is from death, no one dared listen. Prepared bells clapping and overlapping those written the words they are rapping. Hidden in prison cells and the warden’s shoes are tapping to the beat of this street. Slapping the temperature because screw you heat, I never knew you heat. Flapping my fine lined sheet of paper of wings into the song that sings declined words. Birds remind you to find who knows the song that rings into your head like a bedtime story. I’ve read books and it looks like things so good could never be fed to you on a golden plate and a silver spoon. Fate will rate you soon, and so far you look like a baboon. When sun falls and the moon has arisen you will see who it is you are missing. Heat, I never knew you, and am I so glad to have done so. An ancient evil awoken, such as you is about to have their fun ruined.
Here’s the reason i’m a loner, because fuck friends they always chuck me overboard. Acting so nice when truly is the coldest of ice and thankfully i’m never stuck with them I slip through fingertips. Chuck me off the ship like a stone always making me want to let my eyes drip for using me as a steppingstone. Can’t let those eyes drip, hide it behind another layer of wood if I could but all of them will just strip me down and see the tears of a unspoken mime a broken clown making another rhyme. Never have I ever been disloyal but you tear me like a sheet of tinfoil, break me after being loyal to you. You make me want to stab you right back. I’m still sinking in a seemingly endless sea, it gets bigger with every river of tears I cry, I can’t fight back, I can’t lie. Where’s the true good friends? The ones that you have a laugh with and they just push you away the next day? Just to betray my confidence in true friends? This is why i’m this way, the outcast, the loner or whatever else you wish to call me. I’ll stay in the waters with all the fish, making bubbles for the rest of time, which for us is likely three seconds, “Hello great white shark.”
