I was in the car today and put on a CD by Linkn Park. I dont remember the album but there are only 4 songs i consider good on there, the rest were sappy pieces of, well you know what i mean. I started rocking out to them, letting them sink in, hell one of them even had me tearing up a bit because of how true the things it said were. Im man enough to admit that. But the thing is, these songs were really about... hate. Why do i connect with them so much? Why can these kinds of songs lift me out of depression? Is it because i need hate in my life so that i have a purpose?
Im and angry person. There's no way around it. I can be nice and intelligent and kind and all that jazz. Hell i can even play jazz. But when it comes down to it, at my core, everything is influenced, if not motivated, by my deathless anger.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The World Hates... Everyone
No matter what we do, something always goes wrong.
Honesty. You get slapped in the face.
Making an attempt. You still disappoint someone that matters to you.
Trying to protect someone. Your either not good enough, or when you are You are the one that needs to be protected from.
Striving for perfection. Your not there yet.
Putting yourself out there. You get run over.
Trying to talk intelligently with someone. They become suspicious of you and start fighting you, ignoring whether your right or wrong.
Having faith in something. There's always doubts.
Maybe I'm just depressed, but I'm sure everyone in the world has experienced atleast one of these at some time or another. Or will anyway...
Honesty. You get slapped in the face.
Making an attempt. You still disappoint someone that matters to you.
Trying to protect someone. Your either not good enough, or when you are You are the one that needs to be protected from.
Striving for perfection. Your not there yet.
Putting yourself out there. You get run over.
Trying to talk intelligently with someone. They become suspicious of you and start fighting you, ignoring whether your right or wrong.
Having faith in something. There's always doubts.
Maybe I'm just depressed, but I'm sure everyone in the world has experienced atleast one of these at some time or another. Or will anyway...
Monday, September 8, 2008
A poem
Mantra of Questions
We question your faith
We question your values
We question everything
Because we dont need the likes of you.
The government
The Man
The establishment with the plan
We despise you
Because you try to enslave your fellow man.
Is it so hard
To ask the questions?
Is this real?
Is this true?
How can I believe you?
Because the ones who spread their faith
Are the ones who will betray ours.
The ones who preach love
Turn a blind eye to the Hours.
The Hours of Need.
The Hours of Pain.
The Hours when a man has nothing to gain.
You must believe
Only in yourself.
If you don't
You'll end up like everyone else.
We question your faith
We question your values
We question everything
Because we dont need the likes of you.
The government
The Man
The establishment with the plan
We despise you
Because you try to enslave your fellow man.
Is it so hard
To ask the questions?
Is this real?
Is this true?
How can I believe you?
Because the ones who spread their faith
Are the ones who will betray ours.
The ones who preach love
Turn a blind eye to the Hours.
The Hours of Need.
The Hours of Pain.
The Hours when a man has nothing to gain.
You must believe
Only in yourself.
If you don't
You'll end up like everyone else.
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