by St. Antichri
Being fair, isn't possible. All things come to a cross pass.
Perplexity of Symmetry
To be fair, I did say I'd always be there.
I did say I sincerely cared.
I tried to reach out with all my might.
You kept me gazing at you while you disappeared, grasping at smoke with my hands, continue to search foreign lands.
Sands of time, trying to heal with a rhyme.
Laughing like I'm on the nitrous oxide, trying to cleanse my mind, trying to heal a wound with nothing but hydrogen peroxide.
Moronic I know, it just goes to show, you left me with nowhere to go, not a single inch to call home. I guess I'll roam.
I'm done putting on a show, feeliking like a prisoner on death row in my own skin, can't seem to ever win. Is it a sin to want to fit in? To possess a genuine grin?
I'm okay reaping what I sow.
You said it was all my fault. At that I revolt.
You wanted our demise, not even a small compromise.
Lies on top of lies, eyes of a snake, you can't make me quake. I guess this proves you were just another flake.
For my sanity, it's better to not mess with you, The Calamity.
But I was already insane, a mental defect in my frontal brain. The sound of rain, blocks out the reigning pain.
The coarse course I've chosen, might have had me frozen. I've risen from worse. So now imma going to find a new source for my verse.
No longer do I feel so low from being solo.
Don't have time to curse your name, it's all the same lame game for gain.
See you around, although now I'm the one somewhere that can't be found.
But if you listen hard enough, you will hear my unique sound.