the unforgiven soul

The same lives in the world we lead, the twisted mind never understands its self. like a sore on the bottom of your tounge i infest. the system is wrong but i dont complain, it feeds the people when the people work hard enough. the life is lost and there seems to be a light at the end of the day dream. just like society i look to seek the ultimate goal in life, what ever it may be? its hard to see exactly who i am. i change every day i wake up. to see my pain is to cut the wrists of youre savior, then only can i see my true self.the cloud i put afront is such of a mask. as the jester fools the court while the sin spills onto the ground am i a shamed to be a part of disillusion. work consumes my every existence, so much so that i relitivly see the emblem of the hut in my peripheral vision. sad enough as it may seem i do enjoy the work force. to put it bluntly, it pays the bills. outside my head im every one of you just a human trying to drink from the local lake.the few seeds dropped are the few bad seeds in me. i will randomly sing out how "i gave her the gun" as i shot her.(metaphor). weed, booze, and the american dream as i sit under the proverbile process tree and grossing in my brain feeiling sorry for myself. assuring i am insaine. ive got the things i need to get by all that i can see i feel. knowing she'll never see eye to eye. bury the past and bring new beginnings ive been the child for too long. and in so ive lost myself.and what i used to be. so this is who i am in the nut shell