I am a laborer of dreams and I'm building up a pyramid.
The ghosts might try to kill me but I learned to always live with it.
The fragile thoughts that draw you to the edge of your ill mind;
Believe when I say that giving up would be a true crime.
The only thing that you should do is plow ahead forward,
No stepping back because I got your back and that's a foreword
An introductory paragraph to what it means to me,
when I have always told you that we are going to be:
Rage Against The Machine by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Rage Against The Machine
You insist that I don't understand--but it's rather clear to me
Your practice lies with tainted hands--your mouth spills sophistry
and I wonder where this practice ends--the director's calling me
A puppet for an angry stand--they call my penalty
And I'm naked in this foreign land--don't have a sanctuary
Protect this all with broken hands--I'll watch you label me!
And I'll live while I am half a man--but you won't cry for me
The machine has got you polished then--it's just a cog you'll be!
Enlarge the scales of life tonight--you'll see I'm without;
Approaching every end in sight--don't ask me about,
The slab that cites this lonely life--it's all a blowout
Machine won't even feel the knife--it's like a blackout!
And here I am in captured strife--it follows me throughout,
It squashes all that comes to life--emotions washout!
The Craftsman tries to take a bite--he cannot holdout
It's premature but he's done tonight--so watch him sell-out
I wade through the stream where the world had murdered me,
Strolling through the streets it's the phantom that I be.
Overcharged, supercharged, a ghost you'll never see.
Refer to all the scriptures if you choose to die for me.
Because I quit all the things that'll make my life blind
I quit all the penalties that put my life behind
I quit all the remedies current in my veins;
Hypothesize the meaning of this life filled with pain.
Planes flying like a fleet...
Hilarious enough to make me fucking weep!
Decorative promises that I keep,
Conductor for a symphony that cuts me deep.
Devote yourself to pain just to keep the pearl,
Depression hits me hard, shutting out the world.
Happy is a myth that I might now create,
Hide my occupation with this inner hate.
I've learned to start living with half a heart,
It's not quite so bad when you've been torn apart.
You learn what's vital and what's deep inside,
You learn to let go of little things like pride.
And you learn to see how little you matter...
And how much others might always matter to you.
So in end I'll learn to live with half a heart--
because my world both starts and ends with you.
My words were like a razor,
cutting the ice from your inner soul.
You might think that you know the saviour,
but your eyes are still dead and cold.
And every time I tried to save ya,
It's not my hand that you wanted hold.
Because your personal pattern of behavior,
Is the one where your soul is sold.
If I had to be honest with you,
this hole inside my heart hurts every single day.
Of course, I can easily pretend that I feel nothing.
I can easily fabricate a 'normal' existence.
But the truth is that the hole is there,
and I doubt it will ever be filled...
(Now read the title)
My meal today was a tad salty,
but I've been doing my best to watch my weight.
I've tried to stock up on the healthy things in life,
but it's difficult to do the things you hate.
Like swallowing the pain and anger inside.
Like putting on a smile because everything's 'alright'.
Like telling somoene else that you're perfectly fine.
While watching another man call that person 'mine'...
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My meal today was a tad salty I think...
What was important to me was never her age.
It wasn't the clothes she wore or the shoes she had.
It was simply the way she smiled for me,
the way she giggled and laughed, joked and played.
That was all that she needed to 'mean' to me.
And as for the future, I guess we'll see...