melancholic
Bluelighter
this is a little negative, but i was just wondering if i could get an opinion on it?
its called "Filth of Humanity"
the feeling inside when you get used like a whore,
the torment you bare, when you cant ignore it anymore,
it rips through your body, taking with it all feeling,
until youre willing to fight back with an aggressive spirit,
so harsh and ready to impale all that stands in your way
of sweet sweet revenge,
revenge on those who've done you no justice,
they failed to realise their misassumptions and for that
they displayed their utter lack of understanding
in a world like today that cant be lived in without everyone
thinking out of their own skull and trying to see it
from behind the demented vision of their peers,
peers who so closely render enemies because when they speak
they talk of such pathetic excuses as to why they treat you
like the stray rabid dog that lives on their street,
while they prefer to dog you at every possible instance
despite your lame stance that you reside to fall into.
the overbearing disease of loneliness when you know
thats its happened again, when you know that their one-
track close-minded selfish machines, not brains,
have decided to take a path apart from yours, and you
are left once again to fight your lonely heart alone,
alone is the mentality that takes over when you hear
the peircing words of someone who "loves" you tear
you down the middle through every necessary organ,
yet you are still alive, and you lay in await for
all the words, that may as well be stab-like wounds,
which sound from your "friends" mouths as they tell
"jsut jokes" that are meant to make you laugh, even though
its obvious that the tears staining your already shame covered
face are just not symptoms of joy,
the joy that isnt possible to experience in the mundane
existence that is called education, because you get told
what to learn, how to learn, and then you get tested on
what they call your ability and intelligence, but all they
actually get is a limited understanding of the complexities
inside you which make your choice of whether you were going
to learn about the useless crap you are supposed to be listening
to right now.
Right now, as you sit behind your computer screen, or in front of
your television, your dinner table, your desk, your parents, each
option coming with a problem of their own, the problem that will undoubtedly
escalate to a life-long addiction thats looked down upon by
every judgement led sheep in the sad little social group you
find yourself tied to with every pointless activity of the day,
Each day, when you wake up and see the heavy black rings under
your bloodshot eyes and decide to get some more shut-eyed visions
of the future which are dreams of a person that isnt you because
they are so much more guided in this pathetic life by motivation
and all that other shit which doesnt interestn you in the least.
At least, when you stumble up the broken stairs of your
squat-like abode, sadly returning home after a much enjoyed
period of time away from those you dont really love,
you hope to find ecstatic expressions on their droopy faces,
yet you are greeted with the dullness of a gray cemete block,
because they are too engrossed in the "entertainment" that
is the television whilst they eat their burnt microwave dinners
cooked in an oven, then turn up the commercials because they
enjoy the music.
Then be expected to be disliked and even worse because
you found an opening in this circle of boredom through the
heavy bass beats and meaningful lyrics of your favourite
music type, while you get high off releasing your soul to
the sounds you worship, your acquintances stand and watch
your body twist and writh under the influence of the drugs.
Drugs which play such a large part in your life these days
you cant go without that hit of weed crack or speed every
time you wake up on a hard wooden bed next to metal bars which
is the lock up. The essential parts of life which only seem
to be visible through a warped hallucenegenic vision caused
by a lack of drugs that morning.
The morning which awaits you after another fucked up night
of pleasure and experience with an extremely high level of
seratonin which was released into your brain by a parasite
in your system which resembles a small round tablet. A realisation
that, your entire sanity rests in the hands of the dealer who
makes about two hundred and fifty dollars cash from you every week
because of your inability to deal with the ignorant, arrogant
fascist and wrong people of everyday, without influence of a chemical.
The chemistry that is love of another person or even of yourself
because you must be a part of love of some sort, or maybe you pay homage
to hatred of any kind because you fail to find satisfaction in love of
another person because nobody is without an endless list of faults and
problems which you decide you'd rather not be a part of every day.
The everyday that you live to see another, the time that passes
by as you go about your day-to-day lifestyles which is more
closely related to an instruction booklet on how to build a car
than the what should be a harsh and random life, you are told by
superiors, who are only superior because nobody else dares to stand alone
and cause a rupture on conveyer belt of life which leads to death,
to just go to work then go home and sleep then do it all again.
A simplistic notion that we are born to work for a government that
cares more about the cockaroache crawling in their office than the
welfare of people, the environment or the economy, we are trained to be
the oil and fuel for the wheel which is our democratic capitalistic
nature.
The nature that will ceast to exist if we do not turn our destructive
urges upon ourselves and slit every single one of our wrists to make way
for a bigger and better being which will be dreamt of, to allow the earth to
heal itself to recuporate the resources which we take advantage of, to rid
the land of the filth that is humanity.
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something kind of sad about the way, things have come to be, desensitized to everything, what became of subtlety?
its called "Filth of Humanity"
the feeling inside when you get used like a whore,
the torment you bare, when you cant ignore it anymore,
it rips through your body, taking with it all feeling,
until youre willing to fight back with an aggressive spirit,
so harsh and ready to impale all that stands in your way
of sweet sweet revenge,
revenge on those who've done you no justice,
they failed to realise their misassumptions and for that
they displayed their utter lack of understanding
in a world like today that cant be lived in without everyone
thinking out of their own skull and trying to see it
from behind the demented vision of their peers,
peers who so closely render enemies because when they speak
they talk of such pathetic excuses as to why they treat you
like the stray rabid dog that lives on their street,
while they prefer to dog you at every possible instance
despite your lame stance that you reside to fall into.
the overbearing disease of loneliness when you know
thats its happened again, when you know that their one-
track close-minded selfish machines, not brains,
have decided to take a path apart from yours, and you
are left once again to fight your lonely heart alone,
alone is the mentality that takes over when you hear
the peircing words of someone who "loves" you tear
you down the middle through every necessary organ,
yet you are still alive, and you lay in await for
all the words, that may as well be stab-like wounds,
which sound from your "friends" mouths as they tell
"jsut jokes" that are meant to make you laugh, even though
its obvious that the tears staining your already shame covered
face are just not symptoms of joy,
the joy that isnt possible to experience in the mundane
existence that is called education, because you get told
what to learn, how to learn, and then you get tested on
what they call your ability and intelligence, but all they
actually get is a limited understanding of the complexities
inside you which make your choice of whether you were going
to learn about the useless crap you are supposed to be listening
to right now.
Right now, as you sit behind your computer screen, or in front of
your television, your dinner table, your desk, your parents, each
option coming with a problem of their own, the problem that will undoubtedly
escalate to a life-long addiction thats looked down upon by
every judgement led sheep in the sad little social group you
find yourself tied to with every pointless activity of the day,
Each day, when you wake up and see the heavy black rings under
your bloodshot eyes and decide to get some more shut-eyed visions
of the future which are dreams of a person that isnt you because
they are so much more guided in this pathetic life by motivation
and all that other shit which doesnt interestn you in the least.
At least, when you stumble up the broken stairs of your
squat-like abode, sadly returning home after a much enjoyed
period of time away from those you dont really love,
you hope to find ecstatic expressions on their droopy faces,
yet you are greeted with the dullness of a gray cemete block,
because they are too engrossed in the "entertainment" that
is the television whilst they eat their burnt microwave dinners
cooked in an oven, then turn up the commercials because they
enjoy the music.
Then be expected to be disliked and even worse because
you found an opening in this circle of boredom through the
heavy bass beats and meaningful lyrics of your favourite
music type, while you get high off releasing your soul to
the sounds you worship, your acquintances stand and watch
your body twist and writh under the influence of the drugs.
Drugs which play such a large part in your life these days
you cant go without that hit of weed crack or speed every
time you wake up on a hard wooden bed next to metal bars which
is the lock up. The essential parts of life which only seem
to be visible through a warped hallucenegenic vision caused
by a lack of drugs that morning.
The morning which awaits you after another fucked up night
of pleasure and experience with an extremely high level of
seratonin which was released into your brain by a parasite
in your system which resembles a small round tablet. A realisation
that, your entire sanity rests in the hands of the dealer who
makes about two hundred and fifty dollars cash from you every week
because of your inability to deal with the ignorant, arrogant
fascist and wrong people of everyday, without influence of a chemical.
The chemistry that is love of another person or even of yourself
because you must be a part of love of some sort, or maybe you pay homage
to hatred of any kind because you fail to find satisfaction in love of
another person because nobody is without an endless list of faults and
problems which you decide you'd rather not be a part of every day.
The everyday that you live to see another, the time that passes
by as you go about your day-to-day lifestyles which is more
closely related to an instruction booklet on how to build a car
than the what should be a harsh and random life, you are told by
superiors, who are only superior because nobody else dares to stand alone
and cause a rupture on conveyer belt of life which leads to death,
to just go to work then go home and sleep then do it all again.
A simplistic notion that we are born to work for a government that
cares more about the cockaroache crawling in their office than the
welfare of people, the environment or the economy, we are trained to be
the oil and fuel for the wheel which is our democratic capitalistic
nature.
The nature that will ceast to exist if we do not turn our destructive
urges upon ourselves and slit every single one of our wrists to make way
for a bigger and better being which will be dreamt of, to allow the earth to
heal itself to recuporate the resources which we take advantage of, to rid
the land of the filth that is humanity.
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something kind of sad about the way, things have come to be, desensitized to everything, what became of subtlety?
