Young Writers Society

Gods and monsters,
Friends and tricksters,
Here is the medicine I needed,
Give it to me, I need to breath it

Me and God don't get along, so now I see
Future of my life, not so much a mistery,|
Before, lost in the misery
But afterwards, still a cemetery

Exploring heaven and hell,
Forever shouting "damn"
Is my place truly there?
Is my place, truly, anywhere?

Innocence lost, never had it from the start
Is it a villain, or a hero arc?
A lot of things still left unsaid,
My hand, still on your waist

And my brain, such a waste
Condemned by it's own haste
All I wanted, was one more taste
When I remember...my hands turning into paste

All I need to do is copy,
Maybe the future will bring a new memory
This time doing it the right way,
Still remember the golden sands bay?

Smell of the sea, crawling up my nostrils,
And what came after, the hostiles,
Storming of the Bastille,
Ever touch that again, I will?

Lots of questions still left unanswered,
And my brain, sober, but still battered,
All of it, did it truly matter?
Turning me into God himself, antimatter

Trying to find my own self in a lab,
On my soul, a huge scab
Scabbing of the nothing,
Dreaming replaced by colossal haunting

No one's gonna take my soul away,
Even if it's bound and sold in multiple ways
Forever, hidden, stored
Even without it, the most bold

God's dead, baby that's alright with me
Still praying on my knees,
For my love is towering above all
Her shape sculpted from the perfect mold

I don't really want to know what's good for me
All I need is her to see me as he
The one that shadows all
The one to pay the toll for

Life imitates art,
And I belong only in her heart
Life is not that hard
So close, one left yard

Let me end it here,
In love with the weird,
Brain tree,
Come here, baby