lunch time thoughts

Across the deep blue sea I lived in reality

so caught up in a false heaven I plumted back down as a broken me

I was left to sink or swim in a pool of hate

and when I washed ashore it washed away my fate

so off topic in my life I became a foreigner

racing to the bourders of my mind I was a front runner

front gunner ready to fire, infantry

a beautiful choatic mess, symphany 

walk past a mirror to see a reflection that not is me

logically ive slipped into my deepest darkest burrow

superman couldnt save me how you call him a huro

sure though ill be fine ill be alright

long ass i got this bottle ill make it through the night

out a spite out of mind lost and no one could find

needed a columbus willing to explore my heart

needed a kick in the as for a quick start

instead wound up at a chop shop my mind was the only spare part

only thing salvaged from a broken demon

i was left silently screamin

believin, there was hope

left to wander in purgatory

to scared to share my story

on this blank piece of paper i spill my sins 

and as the pen touches the paper the content sizzles right through

am i so wrong my words cannot be heard

am i so wrong the devil is reassured

when he sees his legacy lives on in me

am i so wrong to tie this rope up high

am i so wrong to want to say goodbye

solider for the dark side call me a sith

leader for the dark side carried on my a myth