The world

The world was just me feeling a little bad for myself at the time. That feeling anger and frustration just turned into this poem.

The world

I hide behind a sunny smile
but inside the miles have ground me down,
and it isn't cowardice I promised
but each sunrise looks like an open wound,
a curse that God gave me twice,
thrice,
over and over
until I bought a gun and killed the sun.
I hide behind a sunny smile
but I hate the ride,
I hate the game,
this sad pretense
so I raised my sword and killed the king,
see even a pawn can bear his king true ill,
but still I dreamt of paradise,
like a child I dreamt of Eden
but I spent my summers looking for something that is real,
and I feel like Prometheus,
I stole fire from the gods
and now I'm cursed,
the world is eating me.