No mincind words

Ok No mincing words. I would be better off alone

but I have no home to call my own,

for home is where the heart is

and my heart is scattered

ever since it's been shattered

into many many pieces

filling up the wells of the loved ones that recieve this.

 

I was born into a darkness frightening and cold,

and will burrow out of the abyss and watch my life unfold

I am a wide eyed dreamer never to let my heart grow cold ,

a karma redeemer to wrong the rights of my soul since the days of old

and yet I'll never do what I'm told.

 

I am pure confusion living in self-exiled exclusion

from the shallow institution that governs our conclusions

I am anger and fear, and yet there is love,

there is no emotion so dear to my heart as fear

Oh sure I spent my days in an alcoholic daze,

smoking purple haze, popping pills and snorting yay,

but now I have new eyes that see through all the lies,

even my own disguise,

a clown who only sighs. 

 

I wish I didn't see, I wish I didn't hear,

I wish I didn't live in such an all-consuming fear,

but I guess this is my fate,

that horribly heavy weight

that I burden on my shoulder as I,

with my guilt grow older.

 

But one day I will die,

and my soul will fly,

to some distant alien shore

that I have longed for before.

 

And one day I will be forgotten,

as the page of history turns,

as time is never stopping...