Oh what just happened?
For rejection comes in its finest colors
Apparently my roses aren't good enough for you
For you toss them to the side like an old liver
And love is not appreciated, it is mistreated
Like a sad song in the river
I flow like butter in the rain
And never will you see me crying again
For a poet's blues is essential
To the poet that is inside
And you are not a part of our lives anymore
Both me and the poet
Shall be on our way
I am forced to love you, but not anymore
I shall release my butterfly
Away from the darkness
And people are the reason why people drink
Do you want me to go into an alcoholic coma?
For this world is fading
And I can't wait
Get me out of this hellhole!
And today is my bittersweet birthday
For no reason at all
And I think of you only in memory
For you are a building with tainted walls
And all the people you have inside
Are tainted people with no hearts
You will never see my light again
In a shadow of a doubt
And in a shadow of a doubt
There is no mercy...
And I will never forget your face in the rain
Looking down at this smooth butter
Waiting to disappear
And this life that you live is scandalous
Screwing people over with no regrets
And all of your time is promiscuous
As you hang no pictures on the wall
For people are people without a doubt
Creating workplace suicide for others
How sad is this world
When this world is toxic?
How sad is a river without a song?
I pain for the people who are so kind
For do you deem them blind?
Do you see me as an angel without light?
For empaths are real, they are not an illusion
Behold the empath that saves the world
For we are the world, but we are not accepted
Instead you decide to redeem us in the darkness
Just to watch us fail
For people are people
Because you made them that way
For your building is full of tears
And countless shames...
Oh what is in seven thousand names?
I hate this world
For this world hates me
Yet I am smooth as butter
And they are cold as ice
And this world will never know what kindness is,
For kindness is an effort
And people will value your weakness, if you have it
And people will carry your burdens too
Just know that you are the weakest link
And you are a ship that will sink...
And all the world will sink!
It's just a matter of time
And all of you will understand
What real sleep is like
For you don't value one's roses when they're dead
Because you tear them apart when they're alive.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 23rd, 2024 10:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
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