Album: Music For The Ears Of Young Children
Track: 2
Song: Jack's Suicide (Hillside Part 1)
Painted int the silhouette of hate,
I can't control my fear,
Faced with such distress,
A pointless work of art,
Meaningful in the most meaningless of ways,
This life has no future,
Tainted by the mirrors of self portrayal,
Tied numberlessly to emotion,
But acts only to cause misfortune,
A pleasure to my own decay,
Left to that of nothing,
'Tis the fate of my own doom,
Words in such poeticness only alludes the truth behind my principals,
Now taken upon this smoking shame,
A device brought forth of such a bind,
'Twas rested upon my skull,
Leaving the departure of me and my mind.
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