Dramatize

As beautiful as lighted candles floating on a stream
A rain of fire amazes the night reflected on the sea
I screamed my insanity at the top of my lungs
I fought through the feelings of not belonging to this world

The only explanation I can conceive is the cruelty
The innocent blood spilled everyday on the roads of sin city
I’m a part of the second hand killing spree
I can never be myself when I’m around human beings

As soft as the silky petals of a bomb
As brutal as the thorns birthing from a mom
I strive to achieve the acceptance of the world
Finding myself less fulfilled than a message at church

More ironic than a violent mother Teresa
More paradoxical than a bum going to heaven
The reality stating less substance is more sellin
I laugh cause now days everything is politically corrected

I blame myself for trying to fit in
All she does is starve, running becoming anorexic
I’ll keep head up regardless of the doped fetuses
I am who I am, I won’t dramatize me

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