Metal and Steal.

Your walking and talking, like the rest of us liars.
But your built differently, of parts and steal.
I want to open you up and tear apart the metal and wires
Rip apart the springs and screws, find what inspires
Disconnect you from the wall, and stop you from reality.
Shut you up, and tie you down, keep you from brutality.
The words you speak, and the things you hear
Are nothings but what your mind only fears
You begged for your chance and blew it seconds later
Made me believe you were greater,
better than a hater, but only was a traitor.
I find only oil, rubber and steal
Is there anything you can really feel?
Your pure fiction and fake,
You pretend to love and care, but fiction is all that you can make.
I believed that even past the hard cold shell,
You really were someone more than just a magic spell.
But in the end that was all your lies that you could impel.
You were well reserved, curved and preserved.
Only I found you weren't well desereved
I admit I fell for your fabrication,
Brought me to a location, built on a foundation
Made only of sensation, temptation, and frustration.
But you broke me to pieces, an now you deserve the same
I refuse to play the blame game, but your one I must name
You left me to shame, made me proclaim, of what I became
Hurt and lost, tossed and exhaust. Left so much to cost
So now you should pay for all the people you've destroyed
Left with a void, lost and annoyed, trying to avoid
The darkness that you left, and enjoyed.
Say your goodbyes, lies, dont look in my eyes.
Its over now, no turning back, nothing left to track.

Pull This Thread

Our hands our covered in blood with guilt
We're standing upon the lies and pain we built
Our connections become distractions
Were monsters with selections
We've become quite dangerous
Only to find that our plague is highly contagious.
There are rules no one really obeys
We run, play, and misbehave, with no delays
Our world filled with execution and destruction
Our children witnessing how we people function
The time is dwindling,while the history lays out our consequence.
We all hide ourselves, disguise ourselves, with nothing to confess.
The book describes that our sins ban us to hell
But we pretend to be perfect creatures around our tiny shell.
Our faces are covered with lies and confessions
And our brains are non functioning and scattered directions.
We listen and believe to all the ludicrous conspiracies.
As we act upon ourselves quite so deliriously.
Life as we know it is filled with complications
Desiring the most and yearning for our sensations.
We must at the very least admit that we've drowned
But were all taped down, clogged up and bound.
Shut up tight, tucked under the rug,
Are all the lies and crap we can't lug.
Our morals and exceptions are all that we hold,
And we use this to teach the children that we mold.

Frzn Drms

We're all built upon a rusty floor
And soon after we grow to learn how to clean it
We make promises only to wait for them to be broken
And show the love that isn't really there, holding masks
That only show what people want to see
We say things that aren't true and strive so hard
To be happier than those around us
We put on this facade only to come to the conclusion
That we're all mock-ups and imitations of the people we wish to be.
We do ignorant things to fit in, and try so hard to unique
And later to discover that we're really all the same.
Sometimes we want t run to a world where no one really exists.
A utopia of the things that seem almost impossible.
We want to live our dreams, and desire the things we cannot have.
We work so hard to get nothing, and break apart
Because we didn't get what, all along, we really wanted
We fancy to have what others don't and in the end find that you feel
No different than the rest.
We're hungry for love, and affection
But we anticipate whether the love and affection we get
Is fiction or factual.
We listen to the stories of happiness we yearn to be true but ignore
The stories of sorrow we believe to be lies.
People steal the things they want, and later turn our backs upon them.
Why doesn't it seem so all right? Should it feel so wrong?
I want so much for the world to be different, I want the promises
To remain unbroken, and only to hear truth.
Am I the only one who hasn't cleaned the rusty floor beneath us,
The only one who hasn't learned what reality may really be?
Does it make me like everyone else?
Dreaming for the things that are unreal and crying for things I am not able to attain.
Am I asking for the impossible?
Or is it only impossible for me.
Am I the only one who feels lost in a crowd of fakes.
Or can you see it too?

ThereerehT

I would love to show you the things people can't see
I want you to hear the things people cant hear.
I would like to make you feel the things people cant feel.
I would love to take you there
Follow me into the unknown shadows of the world
Feel the inside of these walls, the ground I stand upon.
Dont just lay there, upon the thousands of layers of pain and tears
Pull yourself up, open the blinds
I want you to see the things people cannot see
I would love to be there