Now Feel This
My vision is going and sometimes my
brain is lost.
Seems I always fulfill these things
with no limit to a cost.
And sometimes these things dig up in my
skin.
What is the problem? You don’t know how
to begin.
Stranger days have come and made a
pass.
Oh, When will we ever come and learn in
class?
Pain is indubitably the affected
consequences.
When will this heart and soul bring
back my senses?
Anger brings rage and stomps around within
my mind.
If I had the remote where would I stop
and rewind.
Now feel this…
I’m a hero to my eye own misery
A saint through the eyes of a madman
And now I’m making history
Only that I was always masking the face
of a sad man.
This is not the real me, only here an
imposter to spy.
I only chose to let Satan here my
horrific cries.
God is always near I just never chose
to turn to hear.
Only truly dying is what I really opt
to fear.
My journey is halfway over and I am
alone and cold.
We had everything you and I but now
we’re getting old.
Will I burn my own fate before another
real hero dies?
The only melody is about how the angel
watches of and flies.
Do I still have a place in the presence
of the stars?
Or will I remain to wear these scars
behind more iron bars?
I am a liar, thief, lover, uncle, son
and a brother.
Somebody hold me up because I can’t
find or see my God.
Until that day I will only be a memory
of a love so hard.
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