Work in progressA Poem by Apparition
What's the purpose of this circus
I've been hurting feeling nervous Since I realized the surface has been pirated by serpents Is this a legitimate version Or a convergence in a sermon Wasps are smawrmin on my head And all the rebels are conforming I don't want to be a normal human being never seeing, consuming and eating every bit of something Until everything is nothing Does it get better, or is never Ever going to pull me like a lever I could be clever in this endeavor But what am I fighting to achieve How can I believe If I don't know a thing And you don't know a thing Then aren't we just floating in a sea Of energy, so why are thoughts relentlessley Tellin me to quell my breathing Is this a trick of devilry, I need some brevity To levee my thoughts, I need a penny So that I can buy a wish, I don't think life's a b***h I just think that I'm deficient in what it takes to live it efficient, I'm not a robot, and I do not get the picture That they're painting, its all tainted and jaded Hateful and fading to even more distasteful everyday I'm waiting for the day, that they blow us all away And complete their elitist manifesto Come up to the surface like cockroaches When the radiation fades This alienation that I'm creating Worth debating, but I haven't found the patience Contemplating my existence I couldn't fix this in the basement But upstairs is full of barely living agents Of my imagination, crazy, I've managed to tame it Many don't know that cradling Inner rage and I'm barely able to subdue it until I spew it on the page I try to act positive, think positive, talk positive But on the inside, it's the opposite You won't find me talking s**t Because this alpha male, macho sale safe plan Is a buncha ugly cockiness And it runs this world, and it funds this world Some days I just wan a be done with this world But for some reason, I brought a son into this world So I can't do it, I don't think I could do it What the heck am I doing Bringing life into these ruins Why are there humans What purpose could we possibly serve Nature lives harmonically While we destroy it sardonically Honestly, I doubt we can sustain it It's not aimless, but the current situation is erroneous and shameless, and I don't even know if we can hone what we've been shone These phony evil clones will probably blow it all to stones All these intruders from mars, saturn and jupiter are duping ya, got nuclear coolers to chill their nuclear heaters To heat their nuclear reactors, we're all living in fear factor Except they don't tell you the ingredients So drink your' beer with laughter, and eat you're deep fried rapture There's no prize, you just die, and then you leave this b***h I'm just perceiving this, I'm just a jumbled webb of thought Spilling out of a pot of beating fists Am I conceiving of this bullshit pit, fits of sickness And relig-ulous bishops dressing like wizards Can i get a witness, © 2014 Apparition |
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Added on November 12, 2014 Last Updated on November 13, 2014 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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