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Death becomes us
why is that i'm frowning?
if only you knew the evil thoughts in my head,the thoughts of all of you dead.
what i dream up, what i gave up, how much of me i have to put aside to abide by your standards. it hurts but it only gets worse. its a curse i believe. everyone on their knees bowing to each other, killing one another, hating your mother and father.living lives of deceit, filled with billions that cheat to get ahead...how i wish you dead.
You, meaning society, you all are tiring and lying to me, not only to me but yourselves.
made up of cells and tissues and steaming with issues that lye beneath the smiles of deception, the smirks of conception of children you cant take care of,
the bills you cant pay, the truth you cant say, the evil you let stand in your way and fill you.
and yet you judge me for being different, and for wishing you all dead, judging me for the head on my shoulders, but like boulders your'e hard to lift and hard to miss, so i sit on my brain to stay safe and stiff.
i zip up my mouth, no one is ready for what i have to say.
society i wish you dead, that's each and ever yone of us. how can we change when we cant accept we're the problem, maybe death will solve them.
if only you knew the evil thoughts in my head,the thoughts of all of you dead.
what i dream up, what i gave up, how much of me i have to put aside to abide by your standards. it hurts but it only gets worse. its a curse i believe. everyone on their knees bowing to each other, killing one another, hating your mother and father.living lives of deceit, filled with billions that cheat to get ahead...how i wish you dead.
You, meaning society, you all are tiring and lying to me, not only to me but yourselves.
made up of cells and tissues and steaming with issues that lye beneath the smiles of deception, the smirks of conception of children you cant take care of,
the bills you cant pay, the truth you cant say, the evil you let stand in your way and fill you.
and yet you judge me for being different, and for wishing you all dead, judging me for the head on my shoulders, but like boulders your'e hard to lift and hard to miss, so i sit on my brain to stay safe and stiff.
i zip up my mouth, no one is ready for what i have to say.
society i wish you dead, that's each and ever yone of us. how can we change when we cant accept we're the problem, maybe death will solve them.
Published 6th May 2014
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6th May 2014 11:28pm
"everyone on their knees bowing to each other"
If this was this case we would have less problems. Submission
If this was this case we would have less problems. Submission
7th May 2014 3:36am
This means that everyone is bowing to what the other believes instead of doing what is right for ourselves we end up doing what others think we should do instead of being true to ourselves.
