Thursday, 14 March 2013
Who Am I Now????
I am not me...
I am the enemy...
all though I can feel it,
I cannot see...
The devil inside...
Hell I enjoy this ride...
Heaven seems like an illusion,
when what you see is on low tide;
Let the moon beam,
so I can see my dream,
If I can feel the fires of hell,
Let my life blow some earthly steam.
My anger is not random,
it's all in a written plan...
Somedays I don't believe that,
because this life seems written by man;
Man has no concept of life,
so why dose he fear death?
Lies about breathing on a daily,
when hourly he's losing breath;
Talking about this,
but don't know about that,
Tell me I'm speaking garbage,
when it's you who's full of crap.
I am not a hater, to the life I've got,
But how can I love earths core,
when people make her rot,
The more I know in these times,
the more I feel like I'm in a cot.
I scream and cry,
but I don't want to die,
but this is not my place
of choice, me... I just want to fly.
The state of anger now,
is not a state of denial,
I guess if every day was very good,
I wouldn't know what it means to smile.
Apologies from me,
to tap in lower emotions,
I would rather know the spell I'm under,
than drink someone else's potions;
Which witch is which?
Can you even tell?
at least I speak from purity,
whilst you're caught up in a spell...