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Truth is Not Melodious

By Peter Scott

Alone
Distant
Vacant
It's a place
We all visit sometime
I fain from your thought
That I am original
I'm not writing my soul
For your pleasure
This isn't a game I play
Pain sits in the cracks
Of my brain
Planting seeds I don't
Everything
My existence is for your
Sympathy
I expose the hurt
Juggle plain words
So you won't believe
I'm happy anymore
I'm not
Happy with life
Could care less about death
What I want
We all want
Love
People
The friends I don't have
Comfort me
!Damn you
Lying distant on the floor
In retched convulsions
Listening to the beat
Of my failing body
I just want acceptance
Tell me I'm good enough
For you
I need to know
Or I won't ask much longer
Some will be surprised I don't care
Why should I feel for hate!?!
Rhythm has taken hold
I fall to its shoulders
Take strength in the knowledge
I'm by my self
Settling
I once again suppress who I am
To live the dream I'm suppose to grant
I don't want to
I can't live your way
Biology is whispering my true path
In the ear of despair
Last night I was questioning
When love told me to leave
I left
Like a proper gent
I left my body
Abandoned my soul
For she abandoned me
She was a part of that life
The girl lives and settles for
What they tell her
I'm sorry my dear
Sorry am I
For your denial of an identity
Go date George
I'm not following
You'll see me in the far future
I'll be making love
To myself
For no one will help
They won't be my friend
You won't be my lover
We are all trapped in ignorance
Let us live together
Let us drink from the same spout
Let me hurt
Let us make love
If you want
The music plays from my pen
Words traveling
One hundred miles an hour
Tearing paper
For I have to speak
have to point out my disappointment
In you
I thought you were with me
Assumed we were indestructible
Unlike before
Yes I'm happy
We smile different smiles
But my lips are curled
Hear the laughter
Smell reunification
Enter my soul
I see why I am grinning
It doesn't have a happy ending
So what!
I gaze to an ending
All the same
The power of God
The power of us
Power over this corpse
Who asks simple questions
The answer is that I don't
Want answers
The queries are already filled
I just want you to tell me
What I want to feel
Its not that I question his existence
I only question God's decision
Feel it
Feel the love I want
Say you care!
Damn those petty games
I condemn them and
Could not care less for their demise
True they give spice
I don't want spice
!?Can't you see?!
I want
I need the bread
Before I can butter it
Leave that experience behind
Or so will you leave my soul!
Accept me
Love me
Tell me so and don't condition me
For what you think is horrible
This world isn't vile
Only my soul sits that way
The melody dies
And so do I
Watch this spirit
Move
Streak
Vibrant then dead
You care for me
I do not
Not so long
As I care for you
Play these words again
Through my head
Observe the noise generated
As you tell me I am
Shit
Hit me
My arms are open
There's a grin
On my face
That is true
If I can't love life
Why can't I have fun
Playing the game with death?
³Why won't you end already?²
I hear you scream
I can't
I want love
And as long as I hold your spirit
You are close enough to me
Problems don't start
They evolve
It was born without knowledge
Then I was shot
Now that I have taken
The final arrow
Notice my perverse grin
Oh
You didn't notice
I had suddenly lost originality
And hope
Like I said
Until you prove to me
That you care
I won't even resemble a man
You once knew
Or was it the boy
You never saw
But heard
Creating joyous sounds
Behind the corner
Of what once was
Gaze at the man who never should have come
Entered this land
Read these words
Let them permeate your soul
My gift
To you from me
A portrait of sudden torment.



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