Some of us
Like the beauty of the falling rain
And are possessed
By a strange portrait
That the Devil made
And beauty becomes
One with nightmares
You dance in the fear
You become inspired
To kill..
And who were you really?
Before you were inspired
To do the killing..
You were a puppet on a string
That almost anyone could pull
but if you could live one day as me
You wouldn't fucking care anymore
So why do you struggle so hard
To keep on pushing while you're hurting
To become the man that you wanted to be
Because if you transformed
You resurrect and tire
Of the tricks that once made
You want to be like him..
Because inside your head
There's just a vacant space..
It collects data
And it conforms visually
Without comprehending
What goes on his head..
You are amused by all things
Because you are lost in this world
And you feel like gods exist
When you see the truth
Humanity as shit
You forever become blue..
Because the limits
Can be seen..
And a man has his silence.
Man's silence (by Seung kim)
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