laughing†
Dancing, singing, laughing,
in merry silence of the lone.
Inside his cage he laughs,
the cage he calls his home.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming,
inside his cage he waits.
Slowly, very slowly,
crawling away from hate.
Misery, pain, and envy...
he watched the days go by.
Shrieking, wailing, howling...
he wears a smile of lie.
An eye that cannot see,
a mouth afraid to speak.
Afraid of losing what he values.
Confused, miserable, and weak.
Inside this home, he waits...
of happy days to come.
Dancing, singing, laughing...
a merry song he hums.
Dancing, singing, laughing.
He's very much afraid.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming.
His lif laughing
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first howl of the deadFirst Howl of the Dead
Shackles in my heart
a mind shatters inside
agony, confusion, emptiness,
insignificant thoughts i need to hide.
Bowing to the earth,
tears rip my eyes.
I look up at the dark night sky,
regret for the unwise.
'Tis the life that i must live,
need to pretend, need to pretend,
must be numb, must laugh,
MUST DIE LAUGHING in the end!
MASK THE SELF
PURSUE A WILL
BREATHE THE PAIN
FORGET TO FEEL
CARVE THE EYE THAT TEARS!
FUCK THE HEART THAT FEARS!
embrace the taunting loneliness...
corrupt my soul to harness. first howl of the dead
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afternoonafternoon
The soothing air,
embracing the ground.
Busy people, the crowd, the mob.
Echoes buzzing, the noise, the sound.
Twitching faces,
the elders unamused.
Blabbering bitches.
Everybody bitchin', used, unused...
The youthful lay about.
Like scattered shit on ground.
Flocks of men on streets,
Chuckling fucks freakin' around.
Violence fill their minds,
drooling nonsense, spilling nonsense.
The bitches laughing, their men proud,
bully the weak, no regrets, no conscience.
The weak grit their teeth,
trembling,
hatred fill their minds.
Do they sin for being righteous?
To be laughed upon? Left behind?
Is there a God that jus afternoon
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