Opposite of Immortality

I want to bend the syllables, but I’m not sure if you know that I’d do anything to change your vocabulary

To put me in your alphabet, but the grammar is killing my sense of creativity

I’ll turn the words I’ve find around

Twisting the sounds, as I worship all the love I’ve found so that it equals all the pain that I’ve felt

All the bad seeds I’ve been dealt

Met by the darkness of the town that matches my deteriorating health

Epitome of pain to which I’m bound, the missing clause the helps me see the noise

You thought you had me fooled, but you were thinking of the wrong boy

 

I’m the poet of missing relevance, the pendulum swinging under a lack of intelligence

The rhymes of the celibate, dragged over to paradise

A place where you scream until the color runs out

It would be the death of my ambition if you repeated that line

Everything that used to be mine, has become a persistent time slot

I sleep during the day and view the night, love me once but now you love me not

My words are kind, but the definition is laced with disgust and hope that I chose to intertwine

 

With the words I used when we fought

when the music was heavy and the wind was clear, but now I embrace the debris

Because it’s the perfect metaphor for what you mean to me  

 

Seeping through the juvenile beat

Blood slowly drops down to my feet, but I’m working to not add insult to my injury

But I went beyond once I reached infinity

The sun was the goal until I harnessed life and destroyed your soul

But now I realized we might share a common goal

My emotions are against me but I’m not allowed to impeach

The negative thoughts that drain me like a leech

The roads are endless, its desire that holds a limit

Your silence isn’t genuine, it’s a gimmick

The feeling when your future is on rain check, and you taste the bitter spices of being forgotten, is one that I have never felt

For when I am finished, the entire ideology behind self-preservation will be diminished

I whipped the chain of command with the belt

I watched as a frozen tundra began to melt in hell

 

When the vocals went from dirty to clean, when the tone went from violent to serene

The definition begins to lose what it means

To stay asleep and sing past the ones that has told you of myths and heroes

Tears that drop down because you are confused what’s yours and what’s mine

You are a tool fit for design, thrust into the mainstream

There are insolate leaders and makeshift teams

But to scream with such heart makes me keen to understand the steady pain in your heart

As your drop into downfall and you hear the past make it’s fucked up shriek

And you are confused as to what you seek

The view is nice until you fall off the peek

I don’t want to die, it’s the opposite of immortality that I hide in my cheek

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