Dirge of Disorde Hold back the day, the day that I die For I have too much to live for and too much inside That I need to get out, that I need to release I’m sick and tired of this bitter peace No more will I compromise my own behavior I must kill this enemy and become the savior Of a self-destructive pattern that’s obstructing my sight I’m not giving in, I’m going to finish the fight I am now convinced that there’s a poisonous procedure That’s affecting my life and turning me into a creature Not of the night, but surely one of perdition Who’s fury will be felt upon this inquisition And unbiased actions will be distributed to all A cut-throat conspiracy, firm and perpetual I did not come here to be humble and I try not to impress It’s an unavoidable warpath, enough I cannot stress That I should not have strayed too far from home I’m writing my own horror story where I end up all alone Now I’m caught up in a frenzy into places that are uncharted This venom is so potent, infecting the ideals I’ve left unguarded It has me pining for the comfort, that familiar feeling so nostalgic Before this righteous retribution that will undoubtedly inflict And pardon me now, as I begin a cruel and vicious laugh Depriving myself of everything, I wrote my epitaph “Here lies the soul of a tired, weak and dearly departed Who could not even finish what he never should have started” Then I questioned all of my motives with a ritual sequence Accusing myself of perpetrating in a visible pretense In a defining moment where I lacked all the appropriate stimuli Concerned with nothing more than what I truly wanted to deny The integration of my thoughts and a mutual surrender The answer I do not yet know, no verdict will I render Although the trial has been set with the evidence I’m collecting A skewed perspective from the jury, shows it’s me that I’m protecting From the tentative notions that keep my violence in check A task that I’m most certain will clearly prove inept For the one who fights inside against the threat of immolation In the battle that’s within my mind that impels impersonation Of my soul, absolutely exhausting me to the point of no return I am now educated about my disposition, another lesson that I’ve learned I must destroy all the evil that manifests through sentiment Conducting my own requiem has now caused me to lament.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 20:33:45 +0000
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