Sunday, September 4, 2011

Neurotically Yours.


For years this soul has scarred itself raw

For internal wisdom and a mind in a war

Personal triumph to personal lost

The selling of morals for the prices of their lost

These arts of mine wrecked from personal flames

There’s nothing to lose, though nothing to gain

For these stories of mine fall on deaf ears

Personal trauma, hopes and fears

A baring of soul is not needed these days

For there’s more to this world than personal pain

So burn it away and cast it aside

For we all live short on limited time

Cleanse yourself clean before a mental decease

The weight of our baggage makes us crawl on our knees

So leave this behind, for it burdens the soul

Nothing is necessary, that’s all one need know

Feel the removal of desire and shame

It’s the key to rebirth in a world slightly sane

We are what we are and our being must breathe

So I leave this behind and start something clean.