Fragments:
The wet eyes droop from the pain,
emotional pain, over and over again.
The words that hurt create this feeling,
Its a sickness, but it can’t be seen.
You don't know me, you think you do,
but you don’t know me.
You can’t see me, you think you do,
But you can’t see me.
Won’t you hear me?
The depression has made me solely see,
The disorder in society.
Its infinate irony seems sophisticated,
yet I know its fake.
Sheep fill the world
till the leader escapes.
Your contradiction of life,
Creates the human break.
Your obsession with depression,
fills my soul
With your hungry motionless eyes...
The fragments with no game...
^^^what you guys think? i wrote it a few years back, one of my faves.
and below heres another with regards to the scene in general and going overboard:
April 29th, 2001
Constipated thoughts of mind boggling paranoia
Scattered dreams of pro-creation,
created through unrequited love,
Scurry aimlessly as though reaching for
a higher force or purpose
Thinned out blueness mesh with the
dilated black ball as they fall back.
As they fall back into darkness
Where everything is free and loving
reality is vanished, love is all that matters
There is no sun, the moon is forever shining
It is not a dream, but fantasy turning real.
Six hours of pure bliss before it all turns around.
Are you ready to lose your fantasy and fall so deep into the ground you can't get up?
Slow down...slow down...slow down
^jaded mofo hehe
The wet eyes droop from the pain,
emotional pain, over and over again.
The words that hurt create this feeling,
Its a sickness, but it can’t be seen.
You don't know me, you think you do,
but you don’t know me.
You can’t see me, you think you do,
But you can’t see me.
Won’t you hear me?
The depression has made me solely see,
The disorder in society.
Its infinate irony seems sophisticated,
yet I know its fake.
Sheep fill the world
till the leader escapes.
Your contradiction of life,
Creates the human break.
Your obsession with depression,
fills my soul
With your hungry motionless eyes...
The fragments with no game...
^^^what you guys think? i wrote it a few years back, one of my faves.
and below heres another with regards to the scene in general and going overboard:
April 29th, 2001
Constipated thoughts of mind boggling paranoia
Scattered dreams of pro-creation,
created through unrequited love,
Scurry aimlessly as though reaching for
a higher force or purpose
Thinned out blueness mesh with the
dilated black ball as they fall back.
As they fall back into darkness
Where everything is free and loving
reality is vanished, love is all that matters
There is no sun, the moon is forever shining
It is not a dream, but fantasy turning real.
Six hours of pure bliss before it all turns around.
Are you ready to lose your fantasy and fall so deep into the ground you can't get up?
Slow down...slow down...slow down
^jaded mofo hehe
