Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was younger, I can still
very much remember being so carefree and happy
smiling all the time, then a little later even older
back before I had left my roots and moved to
Texas, I was laughing while having fun always
trying hard to have a great time, I was the life of
the party, the guy who knew everybody and
everyone knew me, but then something happened
somewhere in between here right now and there
back then when the darkness came in covered
up my light, along loneliness did too all mixed in
with a deep sadness that I know for sure as soon
as I crossed the border coming from New Mexico
I was somehow in some ways cursed by the devil
himself bent overused shunned by God angel
abused that's where I must have entered the fiery
pits of Hell itself, you see for being pretty smart at
least that is what they say it seems to me that i
am actually quite the opposite in reality, for I am
nothing more than letters written across my head
written for those to read that said idiot or stupid
tattooed and when they look at me least that is
what they see, it's true for always believing in
something that no longer exists called love, trust
and understanding as I am always only looking
for the good in people where good is never seen,
only wanting to belong in anything at all no matter
what it was even something I know is wrong
while living, if that is what they call it in the broken
world of lost and shattered souls and those who
have no dreams who have heard the dragons
screams in the rising smoke of the fiery flames
made by the emotionally insane latching on to
you while corrupting your brain, taking on those
demons or the succubuses from hells own thrown
from a queen of sex and lust thinking your so very
strong finding out just how weak you really are
to the ones with no soul or heart, I was once a
leader, a man among all men, I was the king who
wore a golden crown, I was somebody, to someone,
but now nothing to nobody anywhere nothing more
then a broken down beat up tired old man digging
his own grave six feet underground for they took
away from everything that ever meant anything
from me my dignity, my very heart, and more using
me until there was nothing more to use taking until
there was no more to give making me believe they
were friends with nothing up their sleeves until he
knew the fakes ones as none were ever real and now
I no longer can I feal with lies and stolen truths
of addicts, thieves, liars. and whores.
very much remember being so carefree and happy
smiling all the time, then a little later even older
back before I had left my roots and moved to
Texas, I was laughing while having fun always
trying hard to have a great time, I was the life of
the party, the guy who knew everybody and
everyone knew me, but then something happened
somewhere in between here right now and there
back then when the darkness came in covered
up my light, along loneliness did too all mixed in
with a deep sadness that I know for sure as soon
as I crossed the border coming from New Mexico
I was somehow in some ways cursed by the devil
himself bent overused shunned by God angel
abused that's where I must have entered the fiery
pits of Hell itself, you see for being pretty smart at
least that is what they say it seems to me that i
am actually quite the opposite in reality, for I am
nothing more than letters written across my head
written for those to read that said idiot or stupid
tattooed and when they look at me least that is
what they see, it's true for always believing in
something that no longer exists called love, trust
and understanding as I am always only looking
for the good in people where good is never seen,
only wanting to belong in anything at all no matter
what it was even something I know is wrong
while living, if that is what they call it in the broken
world of lost and shattered souls and those who
have no dreams who have heard the dragons
screams in the rising smoke of the fiery flames
made by the emotionally insane latching on to
you while corrupting your brain, taking on those
demons or the succubuses from hells own thrown
from a queen of sex and lust thinking your so very
strong finding out just how weak you really are
to the ones with no soul or heart, I was once a
leader, a man among all men, I was the king who
wore a golden crown, I was somebody, to someone,
but now nothing to nobody anywhere nothing more
then a broken down beat up tired old man digging
his own grave six feet underground for they took
away from everything that ever meant anything
from me my dignity, my very heart, and more using
me until there was nothing more to use taking until
there was no more to give making me believe they
were friends with nothing up their sleeves until he
knew the fakes ones as none were ever real and now
I no longer can I feal with lies and stolen truths
of addicts, thieves, liars. and whores.
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