DeadReligion
06-22-2006, 08:49 PM
The edited version, chaps.
Force
A serene scene as I lay on the ocean floating around.
A pretty painting, a moving painting.
Painted with thin brushes, for detail,
With exquisite watercolors.
Carry me, sweet ocean. Carry me on your sweet blue waves.
Carry me as I lay upon your wavy surface.
Don’t push that hard. This isn’t no longer serene scene.
What are you doing? This is becoming painful, aggressive force.
But now you’ve lost your beauty, with angry force.
Force that punctures the mind, force that ruins individuality.
You keep pushing me where I do not want to go.
A lack of serenity, its place taken by dispassion and aggression.
O, ugly ocean, you remind me of some boys I know.
Pushing others into scenarios of increasing danger
Without any thought of consequence.
Pressure pressing down, as if you were someone’s ears in a plane.
O, terrible ocean, **** you.
For you are destroying me with conformist rhetoric.
Please don’t make me a part of this.
I don’t want to be the one who overdoses this time.
O, murderous ocean, this is my final word.
Leave me be in what serenity I have.
Before you decide it’s my turn to die.
Your imaginary gun to my head means nothing.
Charlatans posing, poised to destroy, what matters the least.
Reputation lost, a life gained.
When it is all done, at least I’ll have my ****ing soul.
Force
A serene scene as I lay on the ocean floating around.
A pretty painting, a moving painting.
Painted with thin brushes, for detail,
With exquisite watercolors.
Carry me, sweet ocean. Carry me on your sweet blue waves.
Carry me as I lay upon your wavy surface.
Don’t push that hard. This isn’t no longer serene scene.
What are you doing? This is becoming painful, aggressive force.
But now you’ve lost your beauty, with angry force.
Force that punctures the mind, force that ruins individuality.
You keep pushing me where I do not want to go.
A lack of serenity, its place taken by dispassion and aggression.
O, ugly ocean, you remind me of some boys I know.
Pushing others into scenarios of increasing danger
Without any thought of consequence.
Pressure pressing down, as if you were someone’s ears in a plane.
O, terrible ocean, **** you.
For you are destroying me with conformist rhetoric.
Please don’t make me a part of this.
I don’t want to be the one who overdoses this time.
O, murderous ocean, this is my final word.
Leave me be in what serenity I have.
Before you decide it’s my turn to die.
Your imaginary gun to my head means nothing.
Charlatans posing, poised to destroy, what matters the least.
Reputation lost, a life gained.
When it is all done, at least I’ll have my ****ing soul.