We're All Composers (poem) by TheSkull31, literature
Literature
We're All Composers (poem)
Maybe you're aware of this, maybe you're just living under some kind of rock,
Maybe you just don't see the point of building your own key-lock.
Could there be something waiting there just dying to become reality,
This unconscious thing within yourself all ready to escape virtuality?
This soundtrack, scalp-deep in draft, when can it be published?
Is somebody in Dimension Twelve permitting you to read a life relished?
There's no real cause for kicking that can, just stand up and tell your story,
Perform this visualized instrumental and tell this audience of your glory.
Your life is made of stanzas, each day resembling a measure,
From back when
It's chaos in the city
But the country is very pretty
Metropolis is full of sin
But the farm is where life begins
There's a time for war
And there's a time to score
But now the world is dying
And people seem to be lying
But in the old countryside
People are always willing to confide
And take every day one day at a time
Where all you have to do is hear the bells chime
I guess if you ask me
The countryside has a lot of things to see
When the world is falling down on you and there's nothing you can ever do
You turn to your religion and you turn to your god, and only he or she can save you from what you've been through
It seems to be that way in all the households, it seems to be that way in camps and tentfolds
You want to seek your shelter, you run from helter skelter, but yet nobody in the world can help you
And still you think it's just a game
Some higher trophy or the hall of fame
Well, I've got news for you now, your soul is full of shame
You failed at everything and all you can say is "I quit"
Go on and do it now, nobody's stopping you, you only have a life to lose
Bodies lying motionless on the ground
Tyrants raging war on the poor
Governmental chaos and discord
This is our world now, this is what we've become
Military soldiers killing animals
Crime rate goes through the roof
Society is every man for himself
This is our world now, this is what we've become
Chaos
People use demotivators to get their friends to laugh.
Others just express their pain and write their epitaph.
Music speaks of dark depression instead of greater goods,
And now the whole world's killed themselves and died here all in vain.
Nobody wants to help a man about to jump off a bridge.
Nobody cares for living so they go online to fidge
About their lives, about their adventures from when they were in their youth,
Does anybody even care or has everything gone south?
Appreciate the good things in life!
Appreciate the good things in life!
Homelessness is at an all-time high, but the whole world turns their heads.
The poor impoverished
(original English version)
In the depths of my mind lurks an evil deep inside
An evil so distasteful it's been known to crush the tide
And when this evil strikes you down it kills with its spear
Distorting all the memories of childhood with fear
Psycho-sword (x4)
Even when you're sleeping, this monster doesn't rest
It's active night and day and it murders all the best
There is no use in hiding, you'll just die in pain
Once a spirit free, now a corpse heavily slain
Psycho-sword (x4)
It's not enough to run, it's easy to see why, so pack up all your things and get ready to die
Perhaps you left your heart somewhere before your death, could i
It's been said, many times and ways, that we're all going to die
Yet we try to become immortal, the promise of dreams come true
Be that as it may, you hear about death everywhere you wander
This undertaker taking souls to their final destination
We have forgotten God
We've left him in the dust
To try and be self-sufficient
In our own special way
Yet we don't realize what we're doing
To ourselves, it is a shame
To think that we've all gone astray
In this world of symbolic hate
We were born to die (Born for dying)
We were born to die (Born for dying)
Don't take this the wrong way, but you will never understand the pain
You will never underst
The wind blows freely, ever so freely, massaging my body and soul
It blows like a hurricane forming in the dark, blowing with breakable force
And when the wind blows it blows so strong, feeding on clouds of grey
So I stand here in the middle of the storm, facing my fears today
West and east, north and south, the wind blows me away
Taking me on to higher ground, the wind blows in my face
Near and far, to and fro, the wind blows me away
Taking me places I've never been, the wind blows in my face
I don't know where the clouds came from, but they gave me new life
As I laid there on the deadly ground, wasting my time away
And as the rain fell do
I have hidden in this empty space for far too long, how long I don't know
Now I've transformed into someone who isolates himself from rain and snow
As I wander these misted forests
I begin to understand
And as the time winds down on what was my life
I guess it's not as grand
So many people have said nothing but puce laments for me, how long I'm not sure
Yet they turn heads and I wonder if everything really has a temporary cure
Now I pace around in desolation
And I just don't understand
Why the time winds down on what was my life
I guess it's not as grand
As living in a mansion
Or driving multimillion-dollar cars
That are so easy to break
What's wrong? Is there something in the air?
Do you feel a cold breeze graze your hair?
What's wrong? Can you tell me why you're crying?
Do you feel like you're close to dying?
Well, I've felt these feelings run up and down my spine
And I've seen the death of everyone I've loved
And I've overcome great obstacles and serpentine
So trust me when I say that you're my beloved
Have you seen the blood flow freely down your father's nuque?
Have you thought about committing suicide at times?
Because if so, then I know what it's like to feel the hook
As it thrusts into the skin beneath the howling chimes
Trust me, everything will be just fine
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