Just thinkin' of that night,

Colors of black and crimson red,

And the 5 liters of blood and byle

That I internally shed,

 

It's a miracle that I'm alive,

Cause I should be dead,

Battling the depression sucks,

Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed,

 

Only God knows the everyday duels

With the devil I fight inside my head,

The people that I've hurt,

And the things I shouldn't of said,

 

Life is a complexing dream,

Death is a beautiful nightmare, 

The truth is the truth hurts,

It's something most cannot bare,

 

There is no dark side of the moon,

That shit you've been taught is a lie,

So forget about the things you think you know,

And kiss them all good bye,

 

I'm frustrated with myself, 

God what is my purpose?

Because if you ask me,

This world is a fuckin' circus, 

 

I've learned to trust no one,

Some say opposites attract, 

Some say that they're your friend, 

And then stab you in the back,

 

It's a two-faced apocalypse, 

Full of narcissistic players,

They lure you in with their charm,

Lunatistic minds of betrayers,

 

The enemy is the pride,

It's ally is the ego,

The subconscious creates false perceptions,

Making mind neuroplacebos,

 

The wealthy and greedy,

Scoff and hoard their riches,

It's a shame the game is rigged,

There's no winning and no glitches,

 

I want to ask these people,

What the fuck is wrong with you?

When you're dead then what's left?

You can't take any of it with you,

 

The mainstream says God is dead,

Among society I guess this is true,

Everybody's lost their morals,

Spirituality has become taboo,

 

In order to better the world,

You first must better yourself,

Being able to help someone else,

There lays life's true wealth.

 

BY: JARED HARRIS

September 27, 2022