there's a razor beneath my skin, it burns to the touch-
it's been buried there within, and it's getting to be too much-
there has to be a cure for this disease, it haunts to be the crutch-
the center of my reality has been altered like a rush-
of mighty wind as the bull passes by, it's horns cut into my flesh-
coppered, define the line between light divine and death-
my eyes run red with tears of fate and fight valiantly to mend-
i hate the sound of my weeping and thus, hate myself-
this water seeping from my eye lids, the rods of iron driven in-
the subtle anger and sin that rages within, the heart's in shards-
broken in the classic glass cliche, that i started that fateful day-
full of fate, riddled with hate, tormented keep sake-
reminders of my scars remind me of my stars that have fallen from my eyes-
being held up for the world to see and boo'd from the scene-
the hook reaches beneath me, it drags my carcass away and hides me-
im hidden in this freezer where i keep the meat before it is to be burned-
held to the heat, melt for you to eat, killed im setting in defeat-
whithered from my once vibrant stance, finding that i never had a chance-
powerful yet sad in my winter of depressive chants-
ha the same sound echoes in my head of heads, wondering if i ever had more than one-
the sentry sun, that keeps us in reason, in the day without stumbling-
heavy hitting eyes sore from rubbing and my skull is rumbling-
forever never indeed it's the lever i pull to keep my self stationary-
waiting for that fairy to grant me my wish, that never comes for the bubble gum dish-
the decision must be made, the delivery must be saved-
the tether needs tightening, it loosely falls-
the silver withdrawals, the kinder false-
the farce of interdevelopped calls-
whatever you call it, it's name and label, the fantastic fable-
keep me from it, i no longer want to dream-
i dont want the valorous discreet-
i dont want the seem, ingly joyous decree-
keep them from me-
i dont want to laugh, or cry, or anger, or face the consequence of my wrath-
i want to sulk in the essence of my depression-
my life long lesson, no reason to try-
and oh my have the mighty fallen-
the giants bow down to a century of misery-
a waste of chivalry and lights that show the stage-
i believe sad indifference suits me much to my wage-
of lies and kibbled savouring lives and my laughter dies-
the ironny of a sad clown, taken to the lollipop lady of the crazy town-
drowning in my sorrow, breathing the thick water in this shallow pool-
no fight just a sound in silence playing all about me-
watching the slow motion sound, on the eleventh-
tell me how far would you go, how deep would you fall to save me-
who will save me from this distress-
who will take me from this mess-
will i be saved?
no.