
This fake smile
after awhile it just shrugs off
until I get on one and get pissed off
for my pain is everlasting
I throw it out with a line casting
my measures into the space I have to commit to
for my dreams I wanna pursue
loaded thoughts static noise making me tremble
for my mind needs to assemble
The only way out is through music and headphones
to stride the different tones
That don't settle right in my head
For in the past I felt better off dead
I did kill myself and came back in a different vision
That life is not a sacrifice but a test
I can feel it beating in my chest
my choices reflect my outcome of what I've made
sounding the demon brigade
Its not always me behind these eyes
for Cyko comes out to play in blood skies
Its a different outcome i face when I'm not the real me
I just wanna be free
and away from the abnormal situations and faces
of my own division with my places
come down this road you would want to turn around
for its not a settling sound
a reaction that amazes me every time i get through it
or say fuck or shit
then spit
out my outlook of what it really was
cuz I'm a fighter and bleeder
this isn't know community humming bird feeder
this is a animal that hasn't been tamed
for my mind is the one that has blamed
so many outcomes and struggles
so tighten your belt buckles
and phase into a world of dark lighting
and me fighting
to just survive
cuz this isn't something to feel alive
to but to struggle and tremble the waves
and sound the raves
of an unsettling fuckery that means no harm
I'm the year of the dragon its tattooed on my arm
I'm not human I'm a animal
for I don't like clowns cuss they taste funny but cannibal
can get past this clown i am
for I nestle under the water where the big fish are damn
I come hunting when Cyko wants to
and I my friend do what I do
so why you keep your thoughts tamed
mine are flamed
into darkness sometimes bring peace
or deception cuz I'm on my knees
praying to the God above
for forgiveness and love
to be happy one day or night
and finally give up the fight
hang it on the shelve
and retire the madness that pumps through my veins
and erase the darkness with blown out brains
of a shattered algorithm
and find a rhythm I actually enjoy
I just wanna be a oh boy
and find joy
in this dramatic way of thinking and sinking
into the hell I live every day
so I ask you to pray
for me and just let me be
cuz I don't know where I'm going for eternity
About the Creator
Blake Robert
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!



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