you've been lost for the past few days, not because you dont know
where you are, but you dont know who you are,
everything you ever held dear to you has been deleted from your life,
can you find yourself again and move on,
or will you just evaporate in the emptyness
I Made 3 Short Stories With Same Meaning To 1 Topic... Enjoy
++The Tales To Find Self++
(A Child Lost)
Existence stumps, Its a myth ta some
A drift amongst missing ones, A mist amidst friends an loves
A kid that was ripped from hugs
Is sure ta leave security as a rift surcomes
Picture the innocents of a child slightly wronged
Who remembers it everyday like it still might go on
Low an behold it'll burden a soul enough
A stare frozen an cold, unconscious of self is the only trust
To avoid realizations of mishaps and dangers
The traps that take ya to being snatched by strangers
Worse is a ruse through - Outsiders over vocal tips
To Social services - In an order to remove you
And empty ya life to new but you feel no right if any
Its trife an simply dumb expectin one ta live a life thas emptied
If thats the case we'd of all been born a shell
Not had a tortured hell holding on to our former selves
So push on ahead tryin ta pillage and thieve souls
I'll cling to nonviolence like I aint letting that piece go
(Sands of Time)
Back in times of Egyptian Pharoahes
They had riches thorough, wealthy an living fertile
Digging burrows, virtual monolithic hurdles
To skip inferno, wake devine an live eternal
Aint take the time to find self among others
Until sands pour in and they become smothered
Some shudder at the thought of sucha lonliness
Escape conscious, To become excavated bones ta pick
Short on a rule that even spans a tenure
Cause you've become nothing that you can remember
and you've lost your family and friends for this
Then realize that you've found your self in emptyness
(Mental Patient Outcries)
Rocking back an forth shackled. Whachu fear, Doc?
The frustration on my face grows with each tear drop.
These cell bars keep me from jumping to die.
I'm an outsider which is why I probably cant function inside.
I say I'm normal. Fuck the opinions of another man.
Thinking I'ma pedophliac, psycho terrets killer with bloody hands.
Fucking White walls white clothes and whitewash.
Is this suppose to be a cleanslate - with tha dirt wiped off?
If so its working, so why are your fears so strong?
I'm losing focus on who I am, I been here so long.
But its also criss crossed, das easy ta see.
I've lost myself following what you lead me to believe.
What can you expect but me ta be cast deep
Into insanitys threshold. I'm societies black sheep
At best though this sanctem'll leave me with crude feelings.
Just cause some bullshit over analytical dude wills it
Familys all I need but futile crying pleas the same
How can all the crazy people around me keep me sane?
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