Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get it wrong,
I’m still better than you.

Sarcastic to the bone,
Yeah I’ll admit to such.
Though judge me as dumb,
I’ll prove to be too much.

Stare creeps you out,
Well just look away.
If you think that’s bad,
Wait for the rest of me.

Short on my patience,
And ready to kill.
If that is a problem,
I’m beyond your level of skill.

Ice to the centre,
Be ready to stew.
Suffer in silence,
I’m coming for you.

Blamed for misfortune,
Well this wasn’t me.
Carved out of hatred,
Wrath you soon will see.

Do you know the name you fear?
I doubt you understand.
Can you escape and get away?
Not sorry for the end.
Please will you spare my one life?
Not in the cards I reply.

Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get me wrong,
You’re not surviving my review.

Nameless, I walked through the door.
No one knows I’m not here anymore.
Catastrophe, blamed on a ghost.
To this treachery is what the cult did toast.
Derided, by a venomous stalk.
Soon to be buried under the collapsing cliff of chalk.
Sacrificed, no one wishes to admit.
Here was the victim they allowed to be took.
Stripped, I became barely a memory.
Used for a purpose to which I did not agree.
Seldom, were those who ever showed they cared.
Too often did others which to make me scared.
Puppet, a term that suits me well.
Often I wondered how far I had fell.
Perished, that is how I am termed forever more.
I’ve been reduced to less than I was before.

Play the notes one by one.
I love where they come from.
A wish, a dream, its all serene.
Never want to lose this feeling.
So I wait and watch the road.
Hoping I’ll glimpse what’s showed.
Hear the beats and the booms.
Feel the rhyme as it blooms.
Louder the cacophony,
Grand like an ancient prophecy.
Nod my head in time to express,
Just how much I love this.
Period I don’t want to end.
Experience whether alone or with a friend.
And when its over I feel me sink.
Only to recall it all with a blink.
Ecstasy returns with a flash.
Echoes ringing of the bash.
Party in my head,
Even as I slide into bed.

Beat the drum and look to the sky.
So many questions involve why.
Answer them I have no intention of.
Preoccupied with smiling because…

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.

Sing to yourself and do as you please.
These are little ways to appease.
Stay on the right side of wrong.
Eliminate a chance for despair to go on.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
This ain’t no ploy.

Dance if that is how the mood strikes you.
Do it until you think you can no longer too.
Then take a rest and gather your mood.
No need to allow in those who are rude.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
This ain’t no ploy.

Excitement is free to pour from your core.
Against such things there is no law.
If some say different than turn your back.
No need to get involved in any of that.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
Ignore those who annoy.

Celebration is a right you deserve.
Never toss it away and to the curb.
For you answer only to you.
Words which should not enter review.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
Ignore those who annoy.
This ain’t no ploy.

It seems you save depression, stress, anxiety.
How about we give you something to help you quietly?

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

But we can make it all slip so far away.
Numb your feelings until you can feel okay.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

We really recommend you let us prescirbe these pills.
And assure you will feel no more of your ills.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

Drugs are not a one size fits all solution.
They can cause a great deal of intrusion.
Twist to make you just a shell.
Some of us don’t want such a hell.
So put in the work and do more than give us a dismissal.
Fired off like a careless missile.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

Just a little prick and then its done.
No reason to blow it out of proportion.
To your deed and help the collective.
If not the world may end up selective.
A two tiered system of a fresh form.
Not a threat but a potential norm.
No scare tactics but a mountain of judgement.
Cause in my eyes you’re being a selfish rugrat.
Unable to see that we are one in the same.
And that no part of this is a fucking game.
People die if you remain solitary.
By the time you might realise you’ll be on Death’s ferry.

Prey for victims you’ve sentenced.
Because of your self-serving insistence.
Too right you are being blamed.
Don’t expect fifty percent won’t flame,
Call you out for your lack of thought.
Label you a danger to the overall.
It might be your choice but it can still be wrong.
Doesn’t matter where the hell you’re from.
So stop hiding behind conspiracies,
Or some twisted version of religious beliefs.
Its all just excuses for you to do as you please.
And we’ll remind you of that when you begin to wheeze.

Swallow the silence and glare at the moon.
What might be offered is the chance of a boon.
Can you turn down a gift so freely given?
Never listen to the snorts of cynical derision.
For what lies in shadow is not that baited in rays.
So ignore the chants that you’ll be starving for days.
Perfection is impossible no matter how long you try.
Do the best that you can and then be pleased with your cry.

Feast on forgiveness and forge a new path.
The equations are literal and requiring math.
Yet dote on the wrong and you will subside.
This is not a safe and secure type of ride.
Its why the glory days have taken up root.
With present having given our atmosphere the boot.
Festered and forgotten under a sea of thick vines.
Does anyone here remember saving grace lines?

Gauge out the yearning and damn potential screams.
What might lie beneath is but a city made of dreams.
For none are the saviours while they brandish swords.
Instead they are criminals calling themselves lords.
Its why the tables aren’t turning and all is falling flat.
Never forgive how they blundered through that.
Mouthing some nonsense they wished to be real.
Reality is that everything you see came from a steal.

Impatience and entropy.
Why is this what you feast upon so hastily?
Stay your hand and change your route.
Wouldn’t you rather rejoice than be mute?
And no misery is not company.
All it breeds is despair and gluttony.
So lend me your hand to run far and free.
Laugh like children without a care to see.

Silence and uncertainty.
Yes they afflict at times everybody.
But do not feed to birth a monster.
Its not something you should want here.
Instead aim to bring mountains of joy.
That is what you should employ.
Cause turning sore brings forth only pain.
No need to have such things come round again.

Pander and bend the knee.
Not things I ever wish to see.
Rather you should be laughing long.
Enjoying yourself with a merry song.
Get carried away if you will.
Then make sure to simply chill.
For rest is just important as celebration.
So make sure to factor it into the equation.

But now my time has come and gone.
Which means I must travel and carry on.
Just remember the words I did impart.
Make sure you take them to heart.
So when next I pass this way,
I will have chance to see you say;
This is my life and I could not love it more.
Pleased that it never became a chore.

Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.

Paradise for my peepers.
Too many are sleepers.
But I yearn to see this daily.
Can’t put it more plainly.

Winds picks breaking serene.
I continue to feel supreme.
Watch as ripples turn to waves.
Taste the air as it invades.

Tears in my peepers well.
Beauty always does compel,
Breeds emotion and response.
Proof everyone has more than one chance.

For life is akin to the sea.
Upon it you can alter trajectory.
Do an about if you so choose.
Never invest in the idea you lose.

This scene is one that does inspire.
No need to back yourself into a mire.
Simply find your glory and keep it near.
No need to give in to what you fear.

Eyes on the horizon.
Sun is still rising.
Shining blue crystal clear.
As smooth as a mirror.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.

So picture this and do it well;
What stands right here is the latest swell,
Of pure unadulterated despair.
We are all stuck right here!

Dissect but it won’t alter the course.
Been screaming so long my voice I hoarse.
Yet no one listens or even looks.
Sometimes i wonder if I’m mistook.
Then I remember all the chants for a kill.
Putrid incantations that are making me ill.
For all your hate is to twist and divide.
You have no idea how much I want off this ride.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.

Still fingers are pointing to everyone else.
No one sharing in what has been delt.
None are innocent if they have aged.
Cause everybody has failed to turn the page.

Dismiss to pass the subject by.
Still I am left wondering why.
Are you all so terrified you cannot speak?
Or is it purely because you are so weak?
Whatever it is I am sick to my gut.
Waiting for the ribbon to be cut.
It is coming and we are all aware.
Not sure what I can do but stand shocked and stare.

We’re all the same.
Stop with the pain.
Its all so lame.
Everyone has a share in the blame.