Random...

Here's to the randomness of the dancing happy pickle
Playing with his Star Trek Operating Manual
Dancing in the clouds with his fish in the sea
purple sun sparkling from deep within me

tattered hoodie ornaments garnish gods plate
two peas, a cd and an instant rebate
god must be starving from the diet he's on
if he keeps it like this soon he'll be gone.

Thta snot a matter for an athiest like me
skys shatter memories and illuminate three
three is the sins
three for the lies
three is the number
of people to die

are you one of them
maybe so, maybe not
better watch your back
or you might get shot.

but rejoice in the streets
for I am here to stay
for those I hate
time to celebrate
your final, quite ending days.

and so it ends with a whale in the moon
dancing in the dust whith the elves and the sprites
not the kind you're thinking but the kind in a storm
cloud hearders thunders mages devils of xorn

Random particualtes of a teenage mind

You may have to point, for I don't always see.
You may hasve to shout, for I don't always hear
You may have to remind, for I don't always do
But one thng's for sure, I will always love you

Because of You

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Its a dream I had as it coalesced in the sky
I little child made of moonbeams and light
it seemed to be crying and when I asked it why
it said it wanted to die and give up the fight

then I realised that the child was me
and how scared I was from my head to my feet
I was shaking, there looking at myself
The mirror, immortal, looking at hell

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

What the hell have I done
What the hell have I become
Sometimes I want heavan's begotten son
But I'm an athiest, so that wouldn't work
believeing in nothing so that nothing would hurt

Gotta pick myself up, put my feet on the floor
But its hard when there's nothing left anymore
So this is goodbye from the sweet little me
Say hello to what I never wanted to be.

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Maliciousness, greed, anger and frustration
These are the means to cause my sedation
Im twisted I know, but its something I am
life's completely screwed up, its all just a sham

Its funny how what I hated I became
gathering joy in pain but secretly ashamed
But then you appeared, and I thought I had hope
But all you were was the end of the rope

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Anger is a tool

People view anger as a bad thing.
I know because I was one of them.
Then I began to think. Anger isn't a crime. It's a tool.
Anger fuels rage, which in situations that impact my life, can be a benefit.
As I type, I let the darkness in my soul well up, compounding upon my rage, building it.
My anger swirls like a tempest.
The wings of truth and justice that lie upon my back warp and twist into demon's wings, filled with fire and hate.
Hate for those who hurt me.
Hate for those who spurn me.
Hate to those who don't know.
Hate to myself for not letting go.
The beast is unleashed, but under the guise of a friend.
Now to manipulate to my own selfish end.