April 29, 2010

"Clown Tears and Life Bane" and "My Mind Your Eyes" by Jason B.D.K. Alliman

Jason B.D.K. Alliman: http://mysoulyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/clowns-tears-and-lifes-bane.html

Clown Tears and Life Bane

Life is so empty.
I walk with a blank stare past grey flowers and dying bees and see
I observe pathetically as days become nights,
Nights become long,
And I repeatedly crack and repair.

Everything betrays me.
Birds scream, school sucks, girls lie, god disappoints, friends forsake,
and I analyse the use out of emotions.
I long to feel good again.
But most days all I know is hate-
I hate my parents, my friends, the people on tv, god, myself.
I want to know joy, happiness... genuine, again.
I don't ask for much. I don't want to be care-free.
I just want to feel like me again.

I want to remember love, and passion, and ambition.
... I haven't felt like me in a long time.

I stay inert.
Life doesn't go on.
Time does.
When will it end?
God, when will it end?

Jason B.D.K. Alliman: http://mysoulyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mind-your-eyes_11.html

My Mind, Your Eyes

Where do you turn
when your house is not a home?
The life you love is gone, your family shatters,
you're all alone.
Crying doesn't help, lying doesn't help, dying is but one step
away but won't come yet.
You're too broken to even fight back,
to feel anger, heartbreak, sadness.
You ghost around yourself, your life, your world,
a silent observer as it unfurls.
Unconnected, in every way,
to friends, family, everything...
Night becomes day,
I lazily try to find my way,
but tomorrow forever remains next day,
same bullshit.
But not for two things, right now I would end it:
my heart, and that sadly,
someone would probably follow just to nag me.
Think of the implications of rash actions by two factions and likely reactions and what lacks to both backs, when pressed to a wall, in a corner, are you sure now? so you're sure? wow. can you discern how you want to proceed? sure, it is your deed. but you sure it's not the weed? I'm sure he's not my seed. I'm not sure just what I need, but I've had all I can stand... all that I can sit... all that I can spit... all of this is it? all of this is shit. I'd rather take a hit of the chronic, a sip of gin and tonic. my mind's racing; it's sonic. my mind's aching, demonic. don't worry, I'm on it. don't worry, I'm in it. and no, I can't mend it. don't worry, I'll end it...

Do I love them enough to just not,
not try, not react,
and just stop?

Fretting so much that those around
might just burst,
but it's the not caring that makes the pain so much worse.
My heart is too empty for empathy.
It hurts.
Prison is a matter of location.
I've been trapped in this world, my mind,
for who knows how long...
Whether I'm in or I'm out, there or here,
off, on, right, wrong,
it doesn't matter.
I'll continue to wait and take what I get.
Sadly, a joke of cruel fate;
I just won't die yet...

"A mind is a terrible thing to waste... but an even more terrible thing to use."

August 24, 2009

The End of Humanity by LazarusDrealamant

The End of Humanity
5:34AM Aug 22nd 2009

Take me home, from this place,
A life that I could never face,
Antisocial and antichrist,
Take the razor your vain is sliced,

My soul is mutilated, my soul is dead,
They always had us, their hunger fed,
There is no meaning to this life,
Just anguish, misery and endless strife,

When we die it's endless thought,
All our life all that we sought,
A distant past for your soul to feel,
A wound so deep it never heals.

One chance is all you ever had,
The truth will drive humanity mad
The government, religion it's all a scam,
If your gonna die, nobody gives a damn,

Cluster phobia in this oppressive tomb,
Never born, still trapped in this womb,
The grass is dead and the sky full of gloom,

The night is black, the wind is slow,
My coffin is rotting, no were left to go,
They'll never understand, They'll never know.

If tomorrow humanity would die,
All the happy people would finally die,
If tomorrow everyone would just die,
It would make one difference to me,
It would put a smile on me,
It would cleanse my soul for me,
It would at last set me free,

When we die it's endless pain
Every second is all the same,
A distant memory for your soul to feel,
A wound so deep it never heals.

One chance is all you ever had,
The truth will drive humanity mad
True love and joy is all a lie,
Why can't humanity just go and die,

The Author's Pages
The Author:
LazarusDrealamant @ BlogCatalog
The Author's Blog(s):
Gothic Literature
Environmentalists Blog
Stop Animal Cruelty

Special Note on the Author's Blog:
LazarusDrealamant also has a blog where you can post your stories, poetry, and book reviews and it is called Gothic Literature. His blog has a lovely dark layout and is definitely worth viewing and contributing to.


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