The Human
One of these times, I’m going to be right.
Long days staying up all night to fight this fight that don’t feel right.
Chest is tight, mouth don’t bite, numbness writes.
Spiral from the denial of truths I should of swallowed.
Hollow from the inside, hollows pressed in temples.
How much more simple could it be, metaphors are fallen leaves from trees.
I can not breathe, watch me bleed, lack of sympathy, empathy a disease.
Heart worn on a sleeve, tattoo with pretty pictures to hide anguish in the center.
I see the sign, I refused to believe and now it’s just me.
Waving through the pages of the bible clinging on to the last survival tactic I need.
But when numbness comes it fills the ears with disbelief, crying out to wonder if he hears me.
Ease this pain, make it leave, allow me please a riposte from the painful lessons I given me.
Woe is me, my toes bleed from shards of glass I pressed too hard into, walking to imaginary gardens.
Pardon the rest of my French, I’m decoding emotions that don’t make sense.
Hands are tense, I’m losing sense, the cuts from past tense are resurfacing to make dread dense.
Fuck It
Fuck It
Fuck It
Fuck It
Let me paint you a picture that's truly angry.
The flower of carnage polishes the rage of my indigent blade.
Shade is no longer safe from the fury I’ve uncaged.
I’m seething, breathing, teething on the hate and violence is what I crave.
Asked me what sparked this inferonic state.
Release this in waves, fan the flames of never trusting a soul again.
So who am I mad at, bitch - ME
Can’t you see as clearly as I saw the warnings inside my dreams.
I lock myself inside and scream with feral tormenting piercing glee.
Bleeding from the abuse I inflicted onto me then blame the world for what it sees.
No calling me, I’m entering a hardening, blocked caller ID’s
Blood in my eyes, Uchiha cries, internal war immortalize, no one on either side
But - I’ve been commanded to love, so just know.
I fucking love it when you count me out.
Go ahead and pout, this one doesn’t end in doubt.
It is the shout that cries, I love when you count me out.
You think I don’t know you're afraid of the way that I grow.
A rose budding through concrete and thorns tore apart pedals, but I’m petal to the metal.
I am upright, bellowing I love when you count me out.
