Posts Tagged ‘destruction’

I wear a broken crown inside a broken fairy tale

A BROKEN FAIRY TALE – ACT ONE: I wear a broken crown inside a broken fairy tale, that sweet misery, a cut into my soul, a whisper into the storm, raging inside my head.

I ripped Heaven, that evil place, from my broken mind,
Replace it, so gently with harshest intents, with Hell,
And uncontrolled rage,
Spit from my fingers to the page,
You might, without malicious intent, enjoy my pain,
But, kind people, you will not enjoy my hate,
My fist of rage,
Pounding into your mind.

I, dear friend, have been cursed,
Doesn’t matter how hard I try,
No matter how hard I pray,
To whatever God shall listen today,
A muddle of suicidal tendencies,
Wrapped in homicidal rage,
Madness, oh dear sweet love, hidden behind that mask I wear,
Society does not know,
Showing only happiness,
Oh fucking Joy!

Listen, oh so carefully, to the sound of the dying inside,
To want, oh dear world, to be like that normal person,
But I dare ask, what is considered normal?
I pretend, in spirit if not in mind, to be alright,
But in reality,
I am a false image of that reality.

I try, oh how I try, to run away,
From that place,
Running, madly, screaming, into the blackness,
Trying to escape,
From this reality,
But instead,
Falling further down the rabbit hole.

I want to be in another place,
Maybe in another time,
I’ll be good like you pretend to be.

I hate what I have become,
What was I suppose to do?
Dead inside,
A soulless husk,
A broken fairy tale,
Good bye,
Fuck you cruel world.

There will be no peaceful revolution,
A bloodless resolution,
The resolution shall be televised.

I am not a robot,
I am not a machine,
I feel like shit,
In this meat jacket,
I feel worthless,
Fuck this shit,
Fuck this life,
Fuck you, you piece of shit,
Breathing increases,
The damage cannot be undone,
This life is done.

I am better than this,
I am better than you,
Break the mirror,
There is something inside me,
Wanting to live,
Wanting to die,
Wanting to destroy,
Wanting to create.

War Pigs

The sirens are blaring;
The Generals are gathering;
The War Machine;
That evil plot;
Is grinding;
In the field,
The dead,
Are dying,
The babies,
Are crying,
The Good Guys,
March forward,
The Bad Guys,
The media heads,
Tell us,
We’re doing right,
Killing babies,
In the name of,
For Freedom,
Do not allow,
Them to grow up,
To become,
Even more.

The Machine,
Is plowing through the Evil men,
Who says they are evil?
The Talking Heads,
The Politicians,
Though they never will march,
For Freedom,
For Democracy,
Spreading the lies,
Spreading the hate,
Killing in the name of Peace,
Killing in the name of Jesus.

The Darkness,
Fills our minds,
Hate becomes rage,
Rage becomes bombs,
Dropping from the sky,
But by the War Machine,
They all must be punished,
For the Talking Heads,
For the Politicians,
They say,
We must,
We must,
For Democracy,
The price we pay,
The way we hate.

The sins of ourselves,
Cleansed by the raining bombs,
We bring peace,
Through those bombs,
“Thou shall not kill…”
Becomes muted,
With that War Machine,
Murder, death, kill,
Becomes Democracy!