Who said I was the result of a so common rejection.
Ive been called a shell with a heart made of ice.
A crooked smile, and what is left has been shown through my grinding lies.
Facing these facts that I am a hopeless reason, someone who sands to face their demons.
I was a sinner, a winner, as I see the blood is getting thinner.
Bleeding my eyes until I see the black of the light.
Down this forsaken tunnel.
I might as well give up, watching the clock in a dead end stare.
I can count what lies have been said. I can feel the burns that have been done.
Don't you tell me that I'm the only one?
The scars that make me have only just begun.
I was only there creating the ending.
I know of nothing that would change what was becoming.
Watching my welts swell up, through these eyes so black so vile.
I was only here because it was ending.
I know that taste, that was burnin. Through the waste, of our world.
I stand here a creative destruction, through my eyes I see the world so black so vile.
Now look at me, am I really that much of a heartless machine.
Pumping veins of agony, cold as ice.
Pixilated on the dreams I see with out you, calculating every thing, it was my even confliction.
I am fueled by the hatred around me. I smile, I laugh as these walls start to crumble.
Ripping them down, not a need for weakness.
In my mind, you either live or die, fragments of what was left behind.
We can't ignore the weakness in compassion.
Look at how I have become my weakness.
Or maybe, I am becoming.
A created perfection
I was only there creating the ending.
I know of nothing that would change what was becoming.
Watching my welts swell up, through these eyes so black so vile.
I was only here because it was ending.
I know that taste, that was burnin. Through the waste, of our world.
I stand here a creative destruction, through my eyes I see the world so black so vile.
The morals were lost somewhere between the screaming.
The morals were long forgotten, from the start.
Watch now, as we are own. Creative destruction.
Hold me back now.
The end is coming...
I was only there creating the ending.
I know of nothing that would change what was becoming.
Watching my welts swell up, through these eyes so black so vile.
I was only here because it was ending.
I know that taste, that was burnin. Through the waste, of our world.
I stand here a creative destruction, through my eyes I see the world so black so vile.
The world so black so vile.
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Submission Name: A Creative Destruction
