Poet Introduction I feel as though the world is slowly tipping on the edge of the universe, My generation will become a beautifully haunting reminder of what happens in the pursuit of happiness, And the denial of individualism.
here i lay in darkness wet no one sees my soul it sits with long limbs it stares -at my throat it smiles- fangs scrape on the floor in agony i wait i anticipate-morning though i know fully well it will NEVER come
it never does i just wait fufilling human existence INSANITY- is doing the same thing over and over--....expecting a different result
so yes - when you say im insane yes im insane but wait- i thought crazy people didnt know they were crazy thereofore i cant be crazy...isnt that crazy
I am full of poison And in need of release My skin breathes fire And stains my clothes My pain laughs at your'e love A giggle at my funeral Wings that were once beautiful now are brushing against my skin, and leave a metallic taste on my barren lips I have become most beautiful demons I hide They tell me these butterflies keep me alive at the tip of their wings I grasp But my heart strings are severed like an instrument in the midst of rapture I let out sounds no one hears All kinds of silence.
Beauty. Another word ive not been accustomed to. Because my pain entwines itself in shame.
The reson I belive beauty is pain, is because, well naturally it just is... What this world has become. What it has embraced. Is that if you can squeeze yourself into their mold. if you can melt yourself and pour into the waters below. If you can do that youre doing great.
But you know....
Make it look good...and thats even better.
And as compensation for the discomfort. We are going to idolize...