Another poem written in my senior year. Wish I could write like this again.
im still looking for the heaven you speak of.
instead im stuck inside a castlevanian night.
Im still looking for the kingdom they spoke of.
Im still looking for a world with peaceful light.
For I am sick of all this running.
From daylight, and from death.
And this mankind that keeps on shunning,
its very face from itself
So my hands are burning,
as I open the closet,
to reveal your skeletons from within.
And my mind is yearning,
and I know I’ve lost it,
Once i feel, to think freely is a sin.
You’ve got a devil in your TV screen.
An angel that hangs from a rope up above.
A god, views this sight to be seen,
from inside your eyes he sees it all, because…
He is your past,
and your past is haunting you.
For in this place, peace shall not last,
and there is not a thing you can do…
NO theres nothing you can do about it,
your never going to change the world.
No theres nothing you can do about it,
uunrelenting hatred has already been unfurled.
Old man…old friend…
what have they done to you now?
Old man…old friend…
is there anywhere to go now?
I want to forget about the hate,
you people put upon this place.
But its stuck in this worlds skin like a mole.
Im sick of everyones ability to degrate,
what can i say, im sick of this fate,
but it looks like im stuck in this hole.
YOu have a demon placed in free thought.
You have a god inside a building.
You have your savior stuck in a book, i thought,
for he knows life is not worth living.
Take your daily dose of bible,
take your weekly dose of faith.
And leave the rest of the world liable…
for whatever your creation uncreates.
You build and build,
you scar the once beautiful earth.
You call it progress, but the world is killed.
And soon, there wont be anything which it is worth.
You destroyed utopoia, eden and babylon…
You wrecked all that was pure and good.
Look at this world, all thats beautiful, now gone…
You wrecked all, that was never understood.
NO theres nothing you can do about it,
your never going to change the world.
No theres nothing you can do about it,
for unrelenting hatred has already been unfurled.
Old man…old friend…
what have they done to you now?
Old man…old friend…
is there anywhere to go now?
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