why do i write?
i write because i cant contain all my hate love and problems
you may ask, why not just solve them
my art is a plague, tampered with by rage
my mind is a trap, you’ll be running a circle 1000 laps.
try to understand me, your head will explode
this is the only episode,
lets start with love because its what i do best
i dont hold that in, i get it off my chest
nearly invulnerable my love lives on
even way past the time you are gone
ill show it anyway i can
im like a love super man
next is my hate which can always wait
it hides like a monster, deep in a cave
constantly bothered like an internal rave
delirious insane, never going to complain
my outside body hides, like a mountain train
in the form of a rock
my face will always show, that i’m distraught
let me smile it still wont go
im just about as happy as a dead baby in a bay
all you fuckers all happy and gay, you are the ones who always get away
maybe today maybe tomorrow,
ill never be able to drop my sorrow
my soul mates been found
since ive been born
the demons and fires
inside me just torn
the soul mate of hate
the one that never leaves
the one that just me can perceive
send me a savor god like you always do
your hellish ways
just me myself and you
always here to abuse
no matter the effort the curtsey the love
ill always been a flaming black dove
all you angles can look at me from above
but get your guns ready because i’ve had enough.
(2013)
