words from a broken soul

"TW" Memento Mori "TW"

It's a keepsake to remind us of death
Or ones failures or our mortality yet
I never thought I'd make my own but
To serve as remembrance of life with friends
I'm an social outcast got paranoia mixed
With low trust factor in a crass personality
Exponentially shown through the dead mask
That I wear on my face But I made my own
Remembrance hoped I'd never have to but
Pessimistic and cynicism are my outlook
Humans act higher than others they deem
Below them for various reasons but I know
We all fight battles unknown to others be
It friends or family we suffer in silence yet
It kills slowly and oh so silently for it piles
Up reaches a snapping point so why not
Apply this logic to unwarranted hostility
It's a keepsake to remind us of death

And yet now I don't care for my safety
For death comes to everyone I feel that
I cheated death yet didn't for I died yet I live
A copy a hollow shell of a lad I'll never be
A ghost amongst the world silently observing
Controlled by strings manipulating a corpse
Yet is the pulse my own or something else
My blood is a half dead curse so much hatred
Within my soul for one side of a broken family
Yet I'm uncaring of myself I don't have
Many friends nor did I live a normal youth
My childhood was misery and hell made
Me it's misfit cold and numb uninterested
It's a keepsake to remind us of death

But no I'm a bleeding heart was a selfish
Prick in my youth got everything I wanted
But did I want everything I got I never know
The answer to that question and I rather not
I fear for my friends now the world been burning since the 1930's you think it bounced back
No it's progressed little almost feels stagnant
Yet my friend and their safety matter most
My brain fractured and altered won't find silence
Forced to spiral in depression from possibility
That can happen I hope to every mythos
They don't happen but I have little faith
For faith was beaten out me to be a good
Puppet for manipulative cunt who loved me
Load of crock shit she uses everyone till
She can't anymore love can be twisted like fate
Yet I was too young and blind I was never truly loved
I was just a tool for the games lies fed to me
They became truths blindingly trusting her
Words never to hear the opposite side out
Distrustful of opposing words yet now welcoming
In many ways but the shape of the world no
It's a keepsake to remind us of death

No No the world's fucked I've witnessed
It personally so I'm stuck worrying for my
Friends hopes their fires aren't snuffed out
By a cunt think their holier-than-thou for
He worships those who think like them
Despite the truth so sucking down their
Throat being someone's attempt to sound
Smart thinking the person speaking these
Harmful words is a higher being is fucking
Pathetic sycophantic behavior they won't
Listen to a challenge to their ideology they
Lash out Patheticly in mock bravado hiding
Behind a screen or by having more people
To jump in to their defense truly Pathetic to
Get angry when someone thinks differently than you and your cock filled mouth
Politicians are as trustful as the devil
For the both are used to control the people
One into religion another through ideology
And yet the most harmful ideology seems
To win for a time before someone is humbled
By any means necessary and even then
Their resolve in ideology might harden because they
Worship the words of the one who taught
The ideology to them yet uncaring about
The butterfly effect or oblivious to it
It's a keepsake to remind us of death

But never did I think I'd be asking friends
A remembrance trinket yet that's the reality I live
All because of harmful ideology and sycophants
Thinking they ones they follow is godlike
Politicians are no different their corrupt
Uncaring of those they represent and govern
And such has led me to have friends make
And myself to make a memento mori but
In remembrance of each other and the bonds formed