THEBanana316

Some call it senseless killing But they feel it with every fiber of their withered souls See it splashed across their minds ahead of time Hear the agony of a thousand pained hearts - and relish it. They taste the very blood in every event. The ash of smoking flesh Smell the acrid sweetness of blood and the salt of bitter tears. They have sensed the killing in every sense of sense. And it must end.

Drip      Drip   Drip The      Monotony Of   Life As we Drip      Drip   Drip Keep      Rolling   Along All the Time      We   Spend Trying      Not to Fall   Apart Even though      We   Know That it      Isn't that Bad

          Love    Is deceptive When it is not real    And beautiful       when it is

The one drop that makes it all too much And I become venom. Angry and forceful - Hurtful. I dissolve everything you meant, I am become a hurricane wind. Pushing back against anything and Everything, against hurt and hope, against Danger and love, against everything life gives and everything I am. Choosing to break the world over the back Of my sorry excuses and the pain of my anger And fear. All out of my mind, the sense of unfairness and loss That sends me to the pit. What am I to do? But take my vengeance on the world - Whether the world broke me or not     (If nobody will save me,          I’ll take my fate into my own hands)

I was at home, sick I was sicker than a dog I was helping my parents I was sleeping like a log I was taking out the trash Didn’t hear you call my name I was cleaning my garage It’s always more of the same I want to tell you the truth I want to stop these excuses But as time continues on I know less what the truth is I want to be someone real Instead I hide behind this mask And as deeper I go I know I’ll never get it back

Even if it seems like the world is against you And nobody loves you At least where you’re at Just remember you are always wanted At least around me Because humans are worth it No matter who you are

Jesus Christ redeemed my soul Why would Holy God Save sinners?

You hear the footfalls behind you Running From something - but what? If it wasn’t for your own fear you could Maybe turn And look at it - but you’re running too From something - but what? You don’t even know. And it will consume you if you look Right? It’s better to believe something is there to run from Than to stop And turn And die. Right?

You always cling to that truth. But what if you have had it wrong?

Waiting Sometimes it feels like forever But I passed thirty-three percent And I can’t go back unless I throw out these feelings This work And start all over Only to hit thirty-three percent and stop again Afraid