How vividly we remember everything we see,
From the numbers in our cell phones to the pixels in our TV screens.
And how we think we’re all alone
With our internets and telephones to keep us company
Whilst if not distracted by dancing bears in colored boxes,
We’ll mourn and cry for our shallow minds
With cliché teenage poetry
And how the world can be so mean
And all distractions in all our selfish dreams
Shattered laying broken at the bottom of our destitute lives
All this clutter in our minds.
Tainted hearts cry tears of sweat,
Fret for all their spoiled labors.
Cause’ we’re all selfish, and we’re all lonely.
Someone love me!
Someone touch me!
Someone make me feel SOMETHING!
Cause’ I’m afraid to see with eyes,
The things that mean my inconceivable demise,
My unperceivable, unbelievable falling out of lies.
After uncountable tries,
And uncountable passings of moons and suns under skies.
I am still a man!
I’m still a selfish, hateful, dying, worthless, grain of sand.
Still afraid and useless, rotting piece of dust settling on the back of God-knows-what.
What’s another day of sunny skies, if followed by the nothingness that we all eventually realize.
Magazines and telephones, TV screens and twilight zones.
One night stands and one year stands,
Church services, and meditations
They’re all forms of masturbations.
We’re selfish, self righteous self pleasing abominations.
All confused, self destructive, self constructive, schizophrenic fucked up!
I’m dying can’t you see!
We’re all just monsters, scavenging the earth,
In search of what we may consume.
For all of time, we’ll thrive on the blood of innocent hearts,
In hopes that we will take their innocence as our own.
But blood for static!
We breath ignorance, and bleed innocence!
Our wars and rapes and murders,
Stacking up to reveal our hearts for who they truly belong to!
I’d rather die than kill, but selfishness will drive my hand to flesh.
And this won’t end until I’m dead.