An Empty Bottle Full of Dreams (November 20, 2012)

This p***y s**t bruh lmao

I feel empty...
Oh so empty.
To the point inspiration is lost
and hope has gone nowhere.
Within my eyes to my demise,
pennies handed to me as a deadman sees.

As I walk
I have no thoughts.
No way.
No heart.
I grow more bitter by
the moment
and scared by the second.
It's like it pleasures you to
walk all over and pacify me.

As I bleed on the street
of broken dreams,
are dreams just shades which
are meant to be frayed?
Or something you build
just to wither away?
I tend to possess more feelings
of anger after eating the rotten
fruit of a "cleansed" womb.

A shitstain flower.
My blood sweat and tears,
tongue now severed for
the ego of my peers.

Just to be enslaved
to a mind of a MADMAN
who caresless to hurt me the same,
force feeding me sulfur.
With a mom whose ashamed
and a dad that's away,
I throw up in my pain
and choke on my anger.
Feeding off the deceptions I eat everyday.

F**k your spirits, these pastures,
this dream's a disaster.
I hope you'll see in the dark.
Not just me but a light to the stairway.
Running out the gateway of hell
as I deem crushes in on me.

As I burn.
As I turn.
I snort up your love,
I inject your lies.
Now the weirdo dies
and you laugh while I cry.

Inside,
I'm so empty.
I rip out my thoughts as I write down
my angst looking back on my sins.
I do my best for you all to just spit in my face
and twist serrated daggers through my navel.

Blessed is he/she who curse on my name.
I am so empty from these fabrications
my mind is a drought.
A HERMIT IN A SHELL
A DAZE IN A DREAM
FOR I AM NOTHING
TO YOU OR TO ME....
nothing.