Journal Entry: Mon Mar 11, 2013, 9:23 PM
I cant stand shit sometimes
I try to really just not care, but.
most things just slide off your back, but when a big ol' boulder falls down on your back it doesnt slide down easy
so here is a little rap vent:
The battle still raged as the red flags were raised.
Swords clashed and sparks flew across faces that nobody knew.
Knights fought like dragons on a hilltop.
Not caring for when they get back to their crop.
Wives waiting for knews 'bout their husbands' lives.
Hoping death didn't stare them in the eyes.
He heard voices of the wicked in the hut and bed that he slept in.
Knights with guns and bottles of rum getting drunk on their bums.
Firing into the sky like men that had no eyesight.
Riding their horses of steel through the night, not a care in the world, they had no right.
The castle walls fell on the top of their thick skulls. No blood was spilt on the day that he told of.
Only flesh of the innocent can be sacrificed to a demon.
Blood rain, shredded brain on a boy that didn't deserve it. He fought through the night to stay alive though he hadn't been in a fight. Battle scars burnt his face like a speeder in a street race.
No need for it, though people make a good point on the floor of it. Fights that weren't needed still rage through the night like blood-soaked demons.
No emotion is spent for those that never need it. they could feed from it but never really feel the taste. Only spit it back out as bitter rage.
I heard voices of the wicked in the hut and the bed that i slept in.
Smiles in dark corners and blood on foreigners.
Lay asleep in your bed and prepare for the next test.
If you don't want it you are free to travel west.
To the lands of the free and the happy.
Where you can drink bottles of rum and never grow hungry.
But that isn't realistic.
Lands of candy and laughs are never real in the mind of a maniac.
But you can't stop the flow of blood from the wrists of those that weren't blessed by the fingers of a god.
See, you can't all be perfect so you pick on the ones that never got to the surface.
But the surface ain't worth it cause you can feel the pains of the ones that got lost in the pit.
It's never a perfect fit. Someone has to die to feed the lives of the wicked.
Feel the blood on your hands as you stream the water and the frozen gleams.
A pool of broken dreams. It floods your mind like a stream.
Oh can't you see. You can never feed the ones that didn't get their hands up in time.
Last one to the wall is it.
But i got bit.
Feel horns growing on the sides of your head. But go ahead, get stuck in the door. On the way out you fall back and hit the floor. You can never control it.
When death comes to your door you always answer it.
Because that would be rude, shoving the door in the face of someone you once knew. Pain slips down the barrel of the gun. You shoot just for fun.
You know you never miss but you decided to just guess. Hit em straight in the heart. Not like they really needed it from the start. Your soul is ripped apart by the pains that slipped off your lips.
You should stop but you know you can't control it. Like being driven by a madman who's one arm is robotic. Spinning out of control off the road. Hit the light pole and stare into a dark hole. You know what it is but you step in anyways, and you feel the face of the wicked. It crawls down your spine and it feels sublime to ask it what it's gonna do. "Chew you up" it says to you. You run away feeling like it might do something. You feel relief as you lose sight of it. There is light at the end of the tunnel but the dark is pulling you back in. You can't resist. Like being burned down by an arsonist. Ripped up and dazed but you still aren't fazed. They can't break you but they already have. That thick skull of yours never did any damage. You wonder if this is what you lived for. Never seeing the end of the tunnel that you wished for. You get to the top of the cliff. One more step and you fall all the way down. Feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Like two giant boulders. One weightless step and as you fall you have only one regret.
Why did you never join the wicked?