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Blah the impaler
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They call me,
Leader of men,
Big-time failure,
The freak,
The man.

Here it comes,
Life,
Pain,
Life is pain,
To live is to struggle,
To struggle is to live,
Living is a fight,
Life is a battle.

There is hope in...

Love,
Love is another fight altogether,
It envelopes when it succeeds,
And it tears when it fails,
Love is a fight,
Alot like life,
A constant strife,
What is right?

Which way is,
Up?
Down?
To the liquor store?

Wheres the,
Beef,
Cigarettes,
Love?

I stole your,
Heart,
TV,
Soul.

I'm still tired of drama,
Drama in the sense of overexaggerating what is,
And emphasizing what isnt,
Making things up,
Takes some imagination.

Imagine,
Lies,
Truth,
Love,
Life.

All a fight,
Mentally,
Physically,
Spiritually.

Answers?
The answer,
Is..

Sanity?
No.
To be sane is to be bound by chains of culture.

Insanity in the eyes of culture,
Is to be sane in ones self.

To live your life the way you should...

Should,
Is a relative phrase,
Throw in God or Law,
And Should becomes a prison.

Man made,
Stone like a gargoyle,
Moan like stp,
Moen sinks for to vomit in.

I'm running out of gas,
Like a plane falling fast,
Here comes the last...

Gasp for air,
Here and there,
Wheres the love?
Nowhere.

Not in this lifetime.

So live your life,
People like an "individual".

Thats why most people like me, the Conformist.

Conformed,
To the feral natures of my own mind;insanity,
Here comes the vanity,
People wearing masks.

Lovey-dovey,
Made up fantasies,
I'm a little solider,
I'm a little princess,
Lets play house!

The curve-ball,
Individuallity,
Seperete versions of reality,
..Or at least percieved truth.

I want a solution,
A fast fix,
Like rub on vicks,
Only for broken hearts and minds.

Ending,
End of time,
End of line,
End of transmission,
End of story.

Current Music : Cowboy Bebop - Piano solo[Live]