Insanity

My thoughts are slowly digging at the ground,
Digging a bigger grave,
Lost in translation, brainwashed education,
Now I'm someone you can't save,1

Standing broken in the rain,
Tortured by power and pain,
Screaming, crying out my fear,
It's enough to drive someone insane2

I turn the lock on the world outside,
And my mind is racing again,
This horrible sensation of my desperation,
Is killing me from the inside,3

Standing broken in the rain,
Tortured by power and pain,
Screaming, crying out my fear,
It's enough to drive someone insane4

(Screamo)
Cross my heart and hope that tomorrow,
Brings less pain,
This horrible nightmare brings me anguish and fear,
And the feeling of lingering sorrow 5

(softer music)
Standing broken in the rain,
Tortured by power and pain,
Screaming, crying out my fear,
It's enough to drive someone insane6

(Powerful music)
Standing broken in the rain,
Tortured by power and pain,
Screaming, crying out my fear,
It's enough to drive someone insane
enough to drive someone insane7

Enough to drive me insane!

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  • Rorshach gold member
    October 25

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    Poem from a girl who never talked to me 20 years ago.
    When I was 24 years old I was worried because my hair was falling out. I went to a 'clinic' (now shut down by the cops) and the girls there were really nice to me. They talked to me, and smiled as they sold me the products for my hair loss.
    I'm not stupid, so I knew that something was amiss here. Why would attractive girls talk to a lonely man?
    It had to be money, and (yeah, very funny) it was.
    The point here is that I had a valuable conversation with a girl in the clinic. She was at least 10 years older than me, and I thought she would help me.
    What she told me was a dagger in my heart, but I will always remember it.
    I asked her, 'I've always been kind, and I just want a gothic girl to save me.'
    She replied, 'Most girls are Goths (emo now children) but they grow out of it when they hit their twenties.'
    So there I was, 24 and already too old for girls.
    I'm 36 now, and life hasn't changed at all.
    If you want to look at Hell, look at poor Rorshach.
    The poor sod is living it every day.


  • Paper.thin.paradox
    October 25

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    Lost in translation, brainwashed education

    Epic line! Good rhyme and fantastic message.

    This horrible sensation of my desperation,
    Is killing me from the inside

    Powerful and something many can relate to. Brilliantly said.

    Standing broken in the rain,
    Tortured by power and pain

    Power and pain..power of pain..hmm, I love it!

    I love this! :]
    You did a fantastic job.
    Powerful and amazing.




    ~ Am