I couldn't be more disgusted with how things are
I'm standing in the midst of chaos, the world falling to its knees
Once more, I'm standing in the street, looking up at the sky, staring down at my feet.
This is all wrong.
I couldn't be more upset with what I've been given.
The forced debt of my father's debaucheries
When I was too young to stand, they crushed me, and kept me on my knees.
Once again, imprisoned in my street, reaching for the sky, held to the pavement by my feet
This is life
I'm not prepared for this fight
This fight to survive, its not just in my head, or for my body
Its not even to prosper, its not even just for me
Its for her. My heart, my soul, to carry her above this
I want her to keep those hopeful wings extended, the wings that make her so alive
Once more, so she could soar throughout the sky, with the wind tickling her feet
This is my dream
I can't stop the clock from ticking
Ticking away what little time I have left to push through the shit
The shit left on the street, the shit tainting the sky, the shit I breathe in
How many must I kill to reach the comfort of success?
Once again, how many heads must I step on, how many must I betray, and bring to their knees
Just to rise from the this street I stand in?
Just to rise from failure. What must I do?
This is my question, and I want out
Because I couldn't be more disgusted with how things are.
Musical Recommendation: "Tiny Universes" by Jesu.
09 May 2009
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