Just as a thought, maybe some people you're close to are just as much a part of the problem as you yourself are part of the sollution. Also, take into account that both sides of any equation probably feel the same way about eachother. Take care.
just as a thought...you posted anonymously so i dont really give your post much time. and just to clarify...
1. this post has absolutely nothing to do with anyone or anything that any of you know or know about, let alone some stupid little hardcore "scene." 2. you are treading on very thin ice if you are talking about/ making accusations towards anyone that i care very deeply for.
sooo...until you decide to come out from behind the computer screen, and until you stop making assumptions that i actually care about any of the petty fucking high school bullshit going on..stay off my shit.
I've met that point in my life, want came to need. Burn these fields of corn that surround. My harvest gone at the price of maturity, But these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again, By the next generation of children, Who want to change minds with the stain on hand. But it's deeper than this, I'm not the only one who sees, It lies in diversity, acceptence to a degree, only to a degree. The fire that once occupied my eyes, Has spread to destroy this world that I've grown. You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields, And not a second of patience to learn from me the same.
This time, I harvest the crops of my past.
As far as the demigods are concerned, I've sold myself out just the same. I've burned bridges to feign brothers. Brothers of nothing more than a simple label. So now I'm in control after all, for myself I prove I still am. But within the fields they'll say I never was.
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1. this post has absolutely nothing to do with anyone or anything that any of you know or know about, let alone some stupid little hardcore "scene."
2. you are treading on very thin ice if you are talking about/ making accusations towards anyone that i care very deeply for.
sooo...until you decide to come out from behind the computer screen, and until you stop making assumptions that i actually care about any of the petty fucking high school bullshit going on..stay off my shit.
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Burn these fields of corn that surround.
My harvest gone at the price of maturity,
But these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again,
By the next generation of children,
Who want to change minds with the stain on hand.
But it's deeper than this, I'm not the only one who sees,
It lies in diversity, acceptence to a degree, only to a degree.
The fire that once occupied my eyes,
Has spread to destroy this world that I've grown.
You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields,
And not a second of patience to learn from me the same.
This time, I harvest the crops of my past.
As far as the demigods are concerned, I've sold myself out just the same.
I've burned bridges to feign brothers.
Brothers of nothing more than a simple label.
So now I'm in control after all, for myself I prove I still am.
But within the fields they'll say I never was.
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