Hardcore
Hardcore

Once in awhile i get benny's block,
Can't write my feelings none at all,
what comes out is just pure crock,
Hurts as much as broken balls,

I vent my feelings through what i write,
when i can't it's clogged and it hurts,
it's like taking a one meter pipe,
and use it to whack your "bird",

forgive me for my weird metaphors,
like i said i can't write nothing properly,
and as the huge rain outside pours,
i'm getting so confused i'm giddy,

i wish for someone to be by my side,
but nothing lasts during the teenage years,
so these feelings i desperately hide,
and i'm a one man show against my fears,

ever woke up feelings totally displaced?
Not recognising anything around you?
these feelings drive me to that place,
and leaves me there alone without a clue,

oh i'm feeling so frustrated,
confused and messed up and so much more,
the useless person underneath the shirt,
feels this life is just too hardcore...
stoned @ 7:57 AM
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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September