Have you ever been so low?
Where if death beckoned you, you willingly go?
Like your last breath wouldn’t be too bad
What is worse than people making you feel mad?
When you’re the us and they’re the them
And it Brings you around the edge again
Maybe I really should dig a hole
Doesn’t everyone need some type of goal?
I try to stay positive but that’s just a game
Of cat and mouse and going insane
Let’s hear some more rap, man.
I was pretty blown away by what you wrote in my thread.
And to be real, war is an insane game, yet unavoidable, at certain point to lash out, before destroying your own, where the game becomes the goal to transpire, where hunters will become hunted .and may expire.
I have had more time to think, than I have had to do and that it seems is the underlying issue
So Does the spark in a man’s eye always die?
Even when you mark the truth and try not to lie?
Am I smart or wise? When I feel I have lost my personality and mind?
like the rainbow in me is only shading and not different colors anymore, am I still fine?
The trees are supposed to be green but they seem grey before their time
Did I peak at too much behind the door?
Did I chase too far in my desire for lore?
Does the spark stay dead forever more, or?
Hunted by the primordial chaotic infinite. On a loop of up and down and all around…
And becoming a ghost double haunting reality as if by fiat.
A required journey underworld, before permitted resurface.
Picking up the fragile pieces
that you left behind
Do tell, Don’t you see?
The Broken glass surrounding me
I think I am almost out of time,
While they dance in fire like it’s the prize
And They all still look just fine to me
They all look just fine
Lifted vision
as high as eyes can see
To lock thy gaze,
upon the ghoul
I have no answers for you here
Don’t you see,
I’m just a fool?
Another attempt
To tame the soul
Before I end up
A lifeless ghoul
Another attempt
To make it through
To the end,
I hope we do
It’s done me no favors
Again and again
I’m not sure hope
in the end,
Can bring me back
Around the bend
To find myself
Waiting there
Like a vampire sulking
in its lair
Eternal life is
eternal despair
For the pain is always
Waiting there
why do i feel like these should be lyrics in a linkin park song?
let me ask you something. do you wear a toboggan in the summer time?
this is a serious question. what i’m doing here is very scientific.
No, sometimes a beenie maybe or a cap.
Good song.
Linkin park doesn’t go that deep, but tool and some other bands do
All got soul and I like that in music.
Mowk’s artmark
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That my left hand. Finger prints cast in bronze. All the art I had in that show mysteriously left the state with the owner of the studio the showing was in. I prefer now to create art that is not so easily stolen. My life. To this day I have no idea where it ended up. For all I know it’s resting in some landfill.
Shit I’ve got all kinds of crap like that laying around. But that was my last show as an artist.