Free
What can I say?
I am the man without words
this paper keeps me pulling out my hair to find the next passage of birth
And the passage will breathe life into the grave that kept me open to the earth
Oh it will open, the gates that burn and burn and burn and burn
they keep me tied to the lies beneath my feet
and the gravity keeps pulling at me
It tells me i’m free
I am free!
..I am free?
Such a petty thing to beleive
I am the slave to an existance of shame
an existance that has won me a name
I will take it to the grave
It is the only thing I can fight to hold between my fingers
only my fingers have yet to feel the touch of a higher power
And the power will bring me pain,
And with it…
Shame.
Like the existence tied to me
So I repeat myself again
This existence is tied to me
again?
This existence is tied to me
Beleive it, Because the promises are empty
and the heart is only as strong as you can bleed
It is shallow like the drive that keeps us on our feet
Standing to live, and love, and learn, and keep moving forward with some shred of dignity.
….I am not a joke
….I am not a joke…
….I am not a joke
So I bawl my fucking eyes out and hope for once I am right
Because I am drained of my hope
And I’m DONE with the shit
Because the trash of this earth keeps me from giving a shit
Because every life is worth shit
I will give myself to the shit
And hope for once I can find some mercy in this shit
Because I will crawl and dig and search through this shit
And hope to “god” that i’m not part of it.
I AM BETTER THAN THIS
My darkness won’t keep me down,
I will cage it, slave it, and make it my bitch
Because I am the strength in myself
And I have the power to escape this hell
I AM THE OMEN
I AM THE ONLY ONE WITH THE NEED TO BE FREE
TO FIND MYSELF IN THIS GRAVE I CALL BELIEF
I-AM-THE-END-OF-IT-ALL
..Then I come to my senses
And once again…
The sorrow becomes a part of me.
And the chills take me to my knees.
My head stays below the better part of my uncertainty.
I swear, one day I will be free..
