FabulousGoatMan

Hate me, despise me, But know that you will never be rid of me. I am the wretched beast inside your heart. I am the very weight of your insecurity. I am the feeling of dread that binds you, Slithering through shaking veins. To me you are but a simple host, And while you suffer, I will grow. Feeding off the pain that tears you apart. I'll put into words and call it art.

     A tear was forming in the fabric. A man and his wife were drifting apart. Quickly she rifled through her bin, selected the red thread of love, passed it through her needle, and stitched the tear closed again.     But even before she finished that repair, an earthquake had destroyed thousands of homes along the coast. She pulled out a purple thread for compassion and pulled the rift together. On the radio, the DJ announced that countries from all over the world were coming together to provide aid to the stricken country.     At the edge, a bit was fraying. Someone was alone and hurting. For this she chose the blue thread of peace and

You know what it's like, When your feet touch the bottom. You wish you were like others, But you know that you can never be. The glam and the glitz, The sound of a thousand people cheering you on. That's not for you, That's never going to be for you! But you know what, You've got something else inside of you. You've got something else, That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have. And that's pain... You're in pain, because you know this is bitter. You're in pain, because you've been denied something better. But you take that dose of bitterness And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine! Because the king expects you th

Perhaps I should confess to you, That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity... Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall. But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.

I Tear My Skin Away I tear this skin from my body, And run... Even if the world screams, That I am only an illusion. I tear the bones from my legs, And crawl. Through pain, I will grow, Through suffering, I will become. I rip the muscles from my arms, These teeth from my jaws... And with nothing upon me, I carry on... Like a broken puppet, still shivering, Still forcing its way through the darkness; I tremble for I am nothing... And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams... I draw breath into these tired lungs, As I rip the flesh away... And I shatter these mirrors before me, With a voice that will not break: Because the world can