sad art for cowards
0writing is for cowards
and cowards we are
we put the pen to the paper
because we cant deal with real life
people like to think its deep and introspective
its ugly and sad
and thats the hard truth
don't puff up these fucking tortured idiots
you are just furthering their dysfunction
by giving it a name
and giving it meaning
we encourage people to express themselves
in juvenile ways
which is why everyone has a hard time growing up
put the puppets on display
wrap a collar on them that says "tortured artist"
and watch everyone gawk and frown
and put their hands to their hearts as if they understand
you don't fucking understand
you are nowhere near understanding
you don't ever even want to understand
cause to understand is to live it
its to go in deep and really feel what made that beautiful piece of art
its ugly, its real, and it leave scars
so while you sit in your coffee shop
on your laptop, drinking in the morning
admiring that piece of art
or that poem
know that the person who made it hates you
and made it to stand against you
but also know
that these pieces of art you are admiring
is a bi-product
thats all it is
waste
you are gawking at my waste
my shit
the bi-product of my depression
and sick, twisted self hatred
you analyze it and talk to your peers about it
all i see is a turd
and big brown piece of shit
and every one of you has your face so close to it
or your playing it on your headphones
really feeling it
really getting emotional to it
its still shit
its still a bi-product
its still something i threw up
it came out of me cause it had to
cause my body rejected it
my mind rejected it
needed to get it out
and you love it
i am selling you my bi-products
next time just open up your hands
so i can puke right into them
i've got free time
i hate that you consider it beautiful
i hate that you consider it art
i hate that you feel an emotion when listening to my song
it wasn't made for you
it was made for me
and you are feeding off of me
like a goddamn leech
and you always want more
so when you want more
i give
i torture myself
i rip open my own chest and dig
all for art
that you can enjoy
cause i guess a smiling face is worth it
i guess this is what i have to do for a little understanding
cause i cant just come out and say it
i cant just deal with reality
no, i have to stir it up into weird frequencies and colors
and give it to you ever way but straight
make no mistake
it might be good music
it might be a nice painting
but its still only the work of some damaged individual
who cant cope
theres nothing beautiful about it
its fucking sad
call it what it is
its fucking sad
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