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Bard Mar 2020
President wants us dead for the bottom line
Maybe after its over they might give him a fine
More like he'll get paid and it'll get called fine
Every rotten thing I thought of this home of mine

Confirmed by massive stock dumps at the onset
Could have saved a thousand lives instead get
To make a death cult worshiping  the market
Divided on whether our lives are worth it

Government is arguing on if they should **** the poor
Cause they aren't making enough millions this quarter
Trying to push the death toll even higher
Nothing changed, seeing its just easier

Bloodshed of decades propagated by us
Bloodshed instigated by our vote in the U.S.
Now the murderous ignorance will hurt us
Uneducated voters and idle people of the U.S.

Blood of the poor who cant get healthcare
Blood of the third world to small for care
Lives ruined for capital and power ever year
Lives ruined for capital today its so near

Ice rinks filled with corpses are the price
Sweat shops and misery are the price
Ghettos and brutality are the price
A world burning to ash is the price

For our gross negligence these are the costs
For our uneducated country lives are lost
For a red cult once again America could be lost
A new red scare more insidious than the last

People support elephants as they get crushed underfoot
They loathe they're constituents willing to make any cut
Cut education, cut healthcare, but the always get their cut
excised the experts, gutted the cdc, its so clear ******* cut

Who is rotting the body why is this body failing
Maybe its all those cuts amputating everything
Maybe its the glut of wealth stopping blood flowing
Maybe its the suicidal gasping and grasping

Always reaching for the wealth and power
Rabidly wanting higher, higher, higher
When 99.99% of ******* fall lower
And the .001% stand on corpses piling higher

And all I can do is sit quarantined and vent my anger
Bard Mar 2020
To ourselves we lie saying its a new beginning
And every-time we cry we see its just a new ending
So its time to finally start pretending
That what we have is a new beginning

Turmoil has yet to spoil the fury
loss isn't the foil to blood boils
It brings my head to a broil
Then round my neck it coils

So I start again this time better
Keep myself up to the letter
Scars hidden under a sweater
And I've never felt better

Better than being dead
Better with some dread
Met her stole trust from my head
Now my heart has to be spoon fed

Lobotomized by a lie
Internalized as mine
Things will be fine
Fine in its own time
Bard Feb 2020
I discarded my heart in the dirt
Buried with my pain and hurt
Follow my idol the punk Kurt
Bard Feb 2020
I'm so tired so now I'm dreamin
But now I'm so tired of dreamin
Cant even remember the skin I'm in
Or who it was that got where I am

Now I commit a cardinal sin
Find a sacrificial altar to begin
Place my soul somewhere within
This is where one part is at its end

My body will make its exit
Somebody will cease to exist
Yet its all worth it I insist
Gotta make it to subsist

I killed myself and found someone else
But he walked in my skin with a little less
Less weight on his back its good I guess
But the old spirit wants to possess

It wants its body back from this stranger
The haunting tries just who is stronger
Who will I be as time goes longer
I think my present will be placed on the altar

Another casualty to causality
Death built up my personality
But who will keep my body
It definitely wont be the current me

But whose to say there's a future somebody
Who will take ownership of this body
I think that this body will eventually
Just belong to nothing, nobody
Bard Feb 2020
Heart seen in fragments
Life is losing its fragrance

Blood spilt to a new year
Time brings new fears

Surrounded by so many
And I think its so funny

That people are taking advice from me
When I drown in vice, I cant even see

And all these little people all alone
Will die alone and I'm gonna die alone
Still when they ring my phone
I speak as if we aren't alone

Together for a time
Everything is fine

I'm a liar, a grifter,  and a thief
Giving people life and belief

My price is cheap just a bit of time
I rob the worry and make it mine
I'll be just fine I'll be just fine

But their not satisfied and neither am I
Depressed unable to let go its okay to cry
Give me your tears I'll let them dry
And then I'll say goodbye

So I can let my own tears fall alone
Cause my tears are all my own

I'll never share with them
My scars and my sin

Selfish, I keep it all to myself
Loneliness and aches are my wealth
All that I have ever had to myself
All I ever had is myself
Bard Jan 2020
****-en my brain cells, in the moonlight
Lost-em with Jane, in the fire light
Bard Jan 2020
I don't know who I am
but I do the best I can
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