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Hurt of Living
Drowning, in my own prison,
Hope is leaving me shattered,
Wanting words, craving actions,
Bleeding from my ears in deafness,
Alone would be a better place than this,
Tourmented by my memories,
Feeling like the light will never reach me here,
Choking back my longing for tears,
Flowing rivers of my creation,
Dying of lack of trust in my fellow man,
Ignorance engulfs us all completely,
Lack of emotions hurt us all,
Not knowing what we feel or what we want,
Ideas of what we wish, but since when have we been right?
Inhibitions of our deranged minds,
Darkness swallows our beings whole,
Debating what we crave,
Hurting all around us in the search,
Only caring about one's self interests,
Never helping others in their studies,
Blindly following the herd that was set in motion,
By those who influence us in everyway,
Mind, body, and spirit,
Following others will only make you weak,
No longer you but a collective,
Ordering all others around in dyre need of guidence,
Hurting more than helping anyone,
They march on under the sign of evil,
Hailing the devil, moving under their flag,
Of demonic deeds and travisties of untold pain,
Sounding strangly familiar to our past,
Of countless times of hate and discrimination,
Wishing for this trouble to end,
Yet no one sees it as I do,
No feelings that I've ever had,
Nothing equals to this flowing energy,
This sense of danger that invades my body and spirit,
This never-ending cults of fads and propaganda,
Such shivers of terror that run through my body,
Wanting only this pain to go.
