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Self-Loathing Narcissist
Self-Loathing Narcissist
Walk a thin line between narcissism and self-destruction
What can I say..? That part-afflicted is well-constructed
Hard to fix it.. My heart is distant and disconnected
Starving art insisted a partial image had been reflected
Pieces to a puzzle.. I don't know where to go from here
We're sleepless in a struggle, where no one's over their hope or fear
It's grounds for obsession.. Hear a stomach growling?
That's the sound of recession with countless rounds of aggression..
In and out of bounds now with bouts of depression
Been spinning in and out, around town with doubts and deception
I can't call it...
Sometimes I feel as if we're all but sick and dying
This could be a better place, yall just sick of trying
Feelings I could never shake; alternate denial
While you legislate, I medicate, my altered state's on file..
Down with lost souls and the misdirection of pain
Who had found their crossroads where the intersection had changed
And this is no intervention.. This was never arranged
No, this an interjection, a quick expression of rage
They rid us of writ exception.. Fitted the rest for chains
So we'll give in to bigger questions and live for the lesser gains..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Walk a thin line between narcissism and self-destruction
What can I say..? That part-afflicted is well-constructed
Hard to fix it.. My heart is distant and disconnected
Starving art insisted a partial image had been reflected
Pieces to a puzzle.. I don't know where to go from here
We're sleepless in a struggle, where no one's over their hope or fear
It's grounds for obsession.. Hear a stomach growling?
That's the sound of recession with countless rounds of aggression..
In and out of bounds now with bouts of depression
Been spinning in and out, around town with doubts and deception
I can't call it...
Sometimes I feel as if we're all but sick and dying
This could be a better place, yall just sick of trying
Feelings I could never shake; alternate denial
While you legislate, I medicate, my altered state's on file..
Down with lost souls and the misdirection of pain
Who had found their crossroads where the intersection had changed
And this is no intervention.. This was never arranged
No, this an interjection, a quick expression of rage
They rid us of writ exception.. Fitted the rest for chains
So we'll give in to bigger questions and live for the lesser gains..
Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Published 9th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
9th Jan 2013 8:38pm
This is what I would call a power write!
It has a melodic quality to it, would be great to be used to make into an audio...
Great write, much enjoyed!
It has a melodic quality to it, would be great to be used to make into an audio...
Great write, much enjoyed!
9th Jan 2013 11:38pm
Thanks! I'm a performer, so all of the poetry I post is a performance piece. I'll have video soon!
17th Jan 2013 11:20pm
I enjoyed that and it was evocative of a song that has just stuck in my head. It is not meant as an insult it is just the flash I got.
Song Lyrics:
It's good news week,
Someone's dropped a bomb somewhere,
Contaminating atmosphere
And blackening the sky,
It's good news week,
Someones found a way to give,
The rotting dead a will to live,
Go on and never die.
Have you heard the news?
What did it say?
Who's won that race?
What's the weather like today?
It's good news week,
Families shake the need for gold,
By stimulating birth control,
We're wanting less to eat.
It's good news week,
Doctors finding many ways,
Of wrapping brains in metal trays,
To keep us from the heat.
It's good news week,
Someone's dropped a bomb somewhere,
Contaminating atmosphere
And blackening the sky,
It's good news week,
Someones found a way to give,
The rotting dead a will to live,
Go on and never die.
Have you heard the news?
What did it say?
Who's won that race?
What's the weather like today?
(what's the weather like today?)
It's good news week,
Families shake the need for gold,
By stimulating birth control,
We're wanting less to eat.
It's good news week,
Doctors finding many ways,
Of wrapping brains in metal trays,
To keep us from the heat.
Song Lyrics:
It's good news week,
Someone's dropped a bomb somewhere,
Contaminating atmosphere
And blackening the sky,
It's good news week,
Someones found a way to give,
The rotting dead a will to live,
Go on and never die.
Have you heard the news?
What did it say?
Who's won that race?
What's the weather like today?
It's good news week,
Families shake the need for gold,
By stimulating birth control,
We're wanting less to eat.
It's good news week,
Doctors finding many ways,
Of wrapping brains in metal trays,
To keep us from the heat.
It's good news week,
Someone's dropped a bomb somewhere,
Contaminating atmosphere
And blackening the sky,
It's good news week,
Someones found a way to give,
The rotting dead a will to live,
Go on and never die.
Have you heard the news?
What did it say?
Who's won that race?
What's the weather like today?
(what's the weather like today?)
It's good news week,
Families shake the need for gold,
By stimulating birth control,
We're wanting less to eat.
It's good news week,
Doctors finding many ways,
Of wrapping brains in metal trays,
To keep us from the heat.
19th Jan 2013 2:57am
