Bad Blood

What is this inside me?
Questions, questions, questions!
I don't know what it means to be alive
Ask the sky to rain and the sun shines
Every word spoken feels blasphemes
Dirty and unclean I've come back to my own vomit
Just a dog is what the undertone implies
Best friend to no man
My worth is not seen in the eyes of others
I make the rules
Don't get it twisted
I make the decisions
I've forgotten how to write and what it means to fly
The characters have died
Buried under mounds for some time now
All it means is that I will never be fit for a king
Use me, use me, but there is nothing worth doing
Make me good at one thing and I'll be god in my own mind
And maybe that is exactly why,

Perhaps this is why the words look better on the other side

I don't know a thing and yet my mind is full

Ask away and out comes the outcome

Situated in the dark I'm still seated in a place I don't like

Like the boiling blood turned cold

The change brought brings on flies in temperature loss

Swarming to the stinking festering mess

A disease takes root at the base of my mind

I might pull through this night and back into the day

By God the car has stopped and the image out the window fades

Pitch black and I'm back to the same old crap

I try to take it in and find the sign

Once I wanted to be something but I don't remember when

No one told me anything so now I'll tell myself

I can do it oh yes I can

But all that's left are dreams that I've left behind

Give it a second and try but there is no try only do

Yet the basket is so full of nothing I can't begin to pick it up

How do you see in the silence a life that is not collapsed under boredom?

There is no reason to be concerned

The strife isn't with you it is with myself

Fighting a battle while you are missing your eyes

That's what it's like when you live life hating yourself

So I'll keep seeking and I'll keep asking

But the winding road of mortal man has just become flat