Fuck It

Shining inside the drawer
I sing a song of melodic impossibility
Charmed and rancid
But totally convincing
Slowly spinning this ridiculousness
Chirpping with no instigation

I am but a tortured soul
Burning for the one who inspects
Cast aside for the reasons unknown
My release is so limited
Like a raindrop in the mouth of a whale
Sliding with no direct importance
Mostly imaginary
What I crave is a metaphor
Being what I really need

Grasping what little I retain
I tell myself that this is
And only can be
Intertwined in the mystery of majesty
Glimmers of desicration arise
Sickend, I build defences

My childish mind
Twice brutally raped
Cannot even understand how
The function of normality
Seeps into the souls of mortality
Drinking into the mental delinquency
Why do I even stand a chance
This life is far to complex

But inspite of these difficulties
Driving to continue and thrive
Sunk deep into my being
So courageously I stride on
Bent over for anyone to take advantage
Because that seems to be the trend
We will see how far that gets you
Or deep depending on your participation

I simply wish
To sing a new song
One of happiness and devotion
Normalicy and passion
Fearing that I deserve none of this
Drives me quite crazy
Elaborate in my inventions
Paranoid at the investigations
Who deserves to see who I am
Virtually noone, which scares me

Fuck it