Stoneheart

Look deep into my dark blue eyes,
And you will see a stony heart,
A grey façade, a work of art.
The pain has all been petrified.

This week I was looking for a brand new start,
And thank goodness my arteries strangled my heart,
Because I was over the feeling of being set apart,
From the people I resent and the people that laugh,
Through their teeth, underneath all the clickiness darts,
A deep condescension, and its ripping me apart.

My liver is sick, and the stones in my heart,
Have filled to the brim, till I can't tell apart,
The flesh from the stone,
And the ore from the bone.
My body is cold, the life-force departs,
And all that remains is the hardened
Stoneheart.

And the rock in my chest is the source of my art,
I no longer need a brain and a heart,
Just a heart is enough, all graded and rough.
A cold dragging feeling fills the pit of my gut.
A dark blue aorta, loyalties sorted,
In my mind I've cut ties, I'm jaded. I'm wise,
But I'm really just over hearing contorted lies,
And honestly, I just despise,
Fake paper people and their divisive guise.

Pretending to like you when furtherest from,
And smiling vacantly, ever they shun,
The people who fail their definition,
Of what is relevant, their class of fun,
Their world of popularity, their world is defunct.
Because it makes me feel empty, valueless, punked,
By shallow rude people, who have never begun,
To understand what is important in life,
To pull their head out and maybe think twice,
About their direction, they've wasted my time,
So now I seek love where I'm wanted,

Alright . . .

I'm calling an end to social screwballs, pretend,
That I didn't just say, what I really just said,
But I'm over the ones who avoid and defend,
Their indifference indefinitely condemns them.

Because I am indifferent to them,
And I will never lend,
My genuine concern,
It's the end of the end,
Of playing their games,
And going insane,
Over social snakes and ladders.

They've taken enough,
Never again, and nevermore,
They just called my bluff,
And I've left them dead in the water.
My stoneheart demands,
That I bury these qualms,
And write off these insulting mortals.

People's insincerity and vanity,
Breeds enmity between,
My stoneheart and paper people
And no sanity, nothing
To commend them,
And nobody I believe,
Deserves to know and appreciate me,
So I fake smile back,
And pretend I didn't see,
Their exclusive agenda,
Their insecurity.
My tolerance just reached,
Maximum capacity.

Paper people are the ones,
Who rob me of the greatest joy.
Paper people are the ones,
Who trigger my stoneheart to rain,
The truth down on their simple heads,
The common decency they shed,
Of any general interest, get,
Out of my life, and don't forget,
To close the door on the way out.
Leave me to myself, I'm fed,
Up with people with no cred,
To see beyond their selfish nose.

Socially they are inept,
They burn my heart.
They burn my head.

I want to strangle people that,
Cannot include, cannot show tact,
In how they deal with others who,
They think are totally taboo,
People aren't always the same,
People dont always take face,
Value, and require more,
Proof that they are underscored
As genuine and down to earth,
Popularity's not worth.

I use a pen and with it plunge,
The ballpoint deep into my grudge.
And paper people drown in ink,
I wash them down the kitchen sink,
Until there is nothing but sludge,
Paper people dead and gone.
My stoneheart now will never budge.
My stoneheart is forever strong.