Sage-Gnosis

She's kind of distant and I don't know if I should be worried because she's usually the type of girl that's here                                        that's alive But now        her mind is elsewhere She's kinda distant                      and I don't know if she's the same girl The girl who understood and didn't judge just because I used to sell myself for an addiction And as her stray strands of hair dance in the wind you wonder where she is                        and what her intentions are And why with one smile        with one smile things just get better She's kind of distant                        but she'll al

Anger boils inside me as I’m misunderstood because words are useless and actions kill but you don’t know that, ‘cause you can’t see me Well you see me, but not clearly enough There is me and there is me Me, I am loud and rude open and deadly and scary especially with a pen This me sermon to you, to all of you ‘cause if you didn’t care You wouldn’t be reading Me, the prodigy and gifted sensitive and perverted and afraid especially in crowds where I’m caged You can’t know this though ‘cause who are you to ask? which is sense in its own, bother and ask and talk and wonder Being

Your beauty is like a love song Like a slow jam Dancing with a loved one Your beauty is like a love song The one that brings you back Makes you warm inside Your body is like a love song One I’d love to leave on repeat So I can be with it forever and ever

Make me your messiah Crucify me on a cross made of your woes and let me suffer for you. Because I can’t stand that sight in your eyes Where each pain and ping screams so loudly        that I hear them in my once silent slumbers So, I beg you Let me be your messiah For I wish for nothing more than the silence of my days and the quiet of your sorrow

Can’t you hear his pleas Do they reach your deaf ears Can you see his tears Do they penetrate  your shut lids You’ve seen him before, but never cared Always being beaten, always being teased Don’t you care at all He looks at you, the popular one, and envies you He wonders why he can’t be like you But you don’t know that You only know that he’s different Different is never good, not ever It’s your damnation and his Open you eyes, look past the exterior give more attention to the interior

Hanging on the edge of the cliff I don’t have much time left I taste metal in my mouth It’s cold, like my life They laugh at me, they kick me Make fun of me so much I live a life of torment and strife My dad is an alcoholic, mom is missing My hand is shaking, the metal knocks against my teeth Should I let my finger slip

Living a lie Pretending to be cool, pretending normality Letting myself be pushed around You can’t be you, you need to be like use Be like us and conform, it’s so much easier Be different, be beaten Be different, be rejected That’s what the voice in my head is saying But I can’t cope with it It’s so hard, I cry sometimes My dad calls it weak My mother and sister say sissy But I just can’t help it It flows out sometimes, like a busted dam Maybe I am weak or a sissy But in a life where everything else is fake These tears are the one Thing that aren’t

I’d leave you out of my life if I could I’d let you slip from my memory Disappear…be gone forever Only if it were that easy But you took a knife And carved your name into my flesh Because you had taken  your stake in my life And weren’t going to let go You are selfish and greedy You  want me for yourself and no one else You leave and come back after years of absence And want me to want you too How blind can you be You are evil and selfish Your eyes are green with jealousy Because you can’t handle me being with someone else I want nothing to do with you But I guess I’m stuck with ‘till the d

I call out to the world “Give me all your pain Give me your heartache Make me you messiah And crucify me” Because I can’t stand living I can’t fathom why I suffer Or why others must suffer too but GOD always has a reason Or so they So whats the reason for the pain Why someone can call themselves mother And be a butcher A butcher that hacks away at my soul What is left for me in this life To force smile? Say I’m okay To surround myself with fake friends And people and whore and homophobes And be alright, still feeling alone I want to slip away I want to let this knife slip on my writs Saying “