The void
By Thequietkid
They tell me, they tell me, they tell me, they tell me
(To be happy)
They tell me, they tell me, they tell me, they tell me
(To smile more)
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
(To be happy)
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me, don’t tell me
(To smile more)
I want to be free, I want to fly, I want to kiss the sky.
You want me to sit here and smile like I’m having a good time?
That’s like asking a spartan if he would lay down and die.
Take my spear, take my shield, take all that I own,
But that doesn’t give you the right to sit at my throne.
You think that you know me, you think that you’ve won.
……
You have no idea of the damage you’ve done!
Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Guilt, remorse, sorrow; away it flew,
Into the void that they never knew.
(Lets take it back now…let them know the story…)
They say you know a man’s life from the shoes he wears,
Well I guess they never taught this to poor old Sinclair.
Heavy black boots echoing in the night,
I must say for him it was quite a fright.
He screamed and he cried, he begged for his life,
All I heard was the blood dripping from the knife.
“Have mercy” he said, “find it in your heart”
My response was a magnificent piece of art!
“Silence, young fool, let me tell you a story,
About a boy who’s mind was plagued evil, that was violent and gory.
Tragedy would erupt into the most ecstatic comedy,
…but…ahhh…others didn’t find it quiet so funny.
They asked if he had any shame,
He shook his head and said his heart was no longer the same.”
He believed he could never be blamed.
Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Joy, happiness, sanity; away it flew,
Into the void that they never knew.
Now this boy grew, but not his morals,
He still laughed at sorrows like there’s no tomorrow.
He wasn’t alike most others, he was different for sure,
And fortunately there was no cure.
Because I like the way I am today.
I will fight for it.
He once met a girl who was quite ecstatic,
They were at a bar and she was being all dramatic.
She would laugh and howl and roll with hysterics,
Our boy did not understand this, so he began with his tricks.
Some say his mind is missing a piece,
Because his thoughts, they would not cease.
His head became dark and cloudy,
The voices were clear speaking loudly,
His brain was null and drowsy.
He awakens with a chill,
In his hands a hammer and drill.
His fingers sticky with red,
His head fills with dread.
Lets be optimistic, maybe he just redecorated…..
…….
Redecorated the bar with brains, guts, and blood.
Cut open my chest and break all the bones,
I’ll laugh as you stare, silent and stunned.
You thought you made it, you thought you broke through,
But you’re staring into a void that you fed so it grew.
Fear, paranoia, rage; out it spew,
Out of the void that I forever knew.
We can’t all be Einstein’s and Newton’s, but I’m sure you must have seen,
That the boy in the story is me, me……me…
Do you really know other people?
Inside their mind, who they truly are?
Innocent they seem, but look a little deeper,
And down inside they are the devil’s gatekeeper.
