A Home To Die For

[echo off]

Who is it,
inside,
knocking at my door?

Who was it,
who answered,
and what did they answer for?

Who am I,
who does things,
when there's no reason any more?

So I found myself in
a pile of hay
a straw like all others
yet free from it
today

a perception of
rejection
and in a deception
of all
i find myself growing
measured
up against
the wall

do i destroy
and be free
or shall i keep building
up me
or should i ignore it all for freedom
or could i grow so tall the wall is small
or would that be a bigger burden
than this one from which i teeter
stumble
crumble on hands and legs
lose balance
get vertigo
and must surely,
eventually,
fall.

There is a claim that all is perfect
and that lessons are a must
and to that all i can do
is spit in disgust

If lessons are taught...
not learnt, but brought;
then I shall be a lesson
given freely
costing naught
and if it costs me a lifetime
and if it costs me my heart
at least i'll leave something behind
hopefully something smart

but as nothing is free
i shall commit your crime
i'll steal, kill and rape
and you'll end up fine
and no one will be wiser
but you'll all feel good
believing if i could have gone another way
i really, really
would

you fucking disappoint me,
but maybe you're better off this way.
for tho heaven lives inside of me,
for you i'd go to hell,
today.

 

[colicolo]

I continuly enjoy your words echo, they flow so easily and strike just the right spots.

a perception of
rejection
and in a deception
of all
i find myself growing
measured
up against
the wall

 

[echo off]

thankyou