Something Different

Survival Instinct

I can smell the new smell of death
Disgusting, digesting, fermenting
Or is it the smell of day old oil
I’m unsure as unclassified as one can be
I break into the vault only to find that it’s all gone
Nothing is ever what it seems
Yet I sit and sit waiting for something new
Each day a tiny, little bit of a disappointment
I forgot what it means to say
I forgot what it’s called
But I’m sick of waiting

I can hear a voice calling my name
Obnoxious, horrid, abstentious
Or is it someone screaming for help
I’m unsure as uncommunicable as one can be
I walked into the wrong area only to find that they had all moved on
Everything is always what it seems
Each minute a tiny, little bit of disappointment
I forgot what it means to see
I forgot what it was that I saw
But I’m sick of always wondering

I can see a figure in the distance
Disfigured, distracting, dismembered
Or is it only me from the shadows
I’m unsure as unbelievable as that could be
I destroyed every mirror only to learn there was never an image
Nothing is ever what it seems
Each second a tiny, little bit of a disappointment
I forgot what it means to be
I forgot what it was that I heard
But I’m sick of never knowing

You Get One, Maybe Fourteen Chances

I’m writing a book, shut up isn’t everyone?
At this point, you have to realize we each have a story
Some boring, some slow, but God and the Devil aren’t the only characters in the world
You are not as important as you think you are
The preacher likes to preach, but isn’t the bible really about me?
Choke on that and realize nor is anyone
But yet, but still you fantasize without real lies
We’d be nothing at all
Vicious cycle of hanging out at the mall
Nothing matters but were all the same
Can I have a dollar?
You can go fuck off
If I told you once, I know I’ll have to tell you again
I don’t care and nor does your mom
So write your journals, write your blogs
Print the shit off and we’ll talk
Long, long after you are gone and I’m
Still left standing here with a thumb up my ass
Without an asset to my name
When exactly does it mean to be someone?
Why am I asking you like we’re familiar
Like we are family and not my boss

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