we've murdered the worldwe are those who speak through sunshined eyes and broken lies outspoken judgement of freedom we are overwhelmed by arrogant thoughts overpowered by attatchment overthrown by what we stand for over everything we are the ones who look but do not see who talk but do not speak who take touchwe've murdered the world
hear and stab at what we don't understand white collared slaves weather inside the cubicle never changes as...skepticism throws off the light god is nowhere god is unseen untouched tainted faded abolished
the shallow blackspeaking through this ashtray tongue asking for warmth or the will to run breathing through this filthy cage chaffing my thoughts and uncontrolled rage feeling through smile splitting skin fake and crying see the flood within hearing through this scream and cry find me, kill methe shallow black
emotion without...my conscience falls from the sky thoughtsemotion without...
emotions
actions i wish my tears would fly
i am overwhelmed by this silent overthrow this over power over...everything my thoughts shut down
shut off i intensively listen but cannot hear
i keep trying to see
without the look lock ...key
my actions, a stainless blur you can see but not comprehend
further further further
my repetitive skepticism asks why do i touch but do not feel? why does my stance fall
the unhappy endingchapter one-the interviewthe unhappy ending
here we are, in this room. you curious, wanting to know who i am. this mysterious character sitting in front of you.
"who are you?" you ask. the question conjures a thought provoking answer.
i am an artist. slightly tilted to the mere twisted side. some might label me as morbid and gothic. others could put me in an emo backroom. maybe a geek, loser, computer nerd. that same person could then crouch and call me punk. i guess i am prismatic with my appearance. to tell the truth...i don't give a fuck.
who am i...
a deranged and corrupted teen with an anger
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