Unreason

It takes no will to walk,

silenced as you talk.

I could be one in a million,

but I am alone amongst the crowd.

Grounded in a pit of sand,

deepened with each helping hand.

Settled into something separate,

some will never catch that tunes beat.

taken from the inner infernos heat.

Breaking down.

It never truly stops,

the sounds flow on without a halt.

We all endure this plot

this bloody moulded clot.

Founded on those that came before,

trashed and stretched out like their dirty whore.

Society could take out the rhythm,

but the sound was never whole anyway.

I can't do anything but laugh now,

this place is just too serious.

You can stand there and say it once again

say you still believe we can't do it all.

Well you can do that,

but I'll still doubt as I fall,

being in a slump never seemed like such a good life,

I don't know why it wasn't like this before,

one of the thousand times I stood before your door.

I smile at your insecurities and...

and beg to hear some more,

you always wonder how I can still be myself,

but if I told you I wouldn't have anything else.

Holding on to silly things is all I can do..

not surprising my life is lived only for you..

you pick it up and throw it

though you don't even know it.

This old world get me down;

throw me all around.

You don't even know I exist,

I don't know if I care anymore.

Would it matter anyway.

this doesn't matter...

theres no more unreason for anything.

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