My Life's Torturing Punishment (Tragic Magic)

My whole life, I stood in the corners and watched you, watched you. You, living your accurate lives with perfect accordance, without my participation. The looks were fine and the names were kind; I don’t know who I would be, if I didn't have ‘you...’ Student body of hypocrisy, become the bullies on your television screens. I’m that sheltered loner- that you seen on that show. So, ridicule me and push me to the grounds below. Oh, no. Oh no. Because I’m no one that you’ll EVER know! Because I’m no one that you’ll ever know...

So, call me a maggot, call me a faggot. Call me whatever, makes ‘you’ feel better. Call me a maggot, call me a faggot, and bare witness to this tragic magic. It was only a world composed of your pain. Sprinkled desires and a boy full of shame. I was only a maggot trying to push through. I wanted my wings, so I took them from YOU! I was only a maggot burrowed in this hive. I wanted to be accepted. I wanted to survive...I wanted to become someone. I wanted to succeed. I wanted you to care, when I started to bleed.

TRAGIC...MAGIC!!! The hole in your heart will SET YOU APART! TRAGIC...MAGIC!!! In the deep dark, a blindfold restricts what I see, but perched on ‘their’ shoulders is a static, tv screen. Tragic Magic! Tragic Magic! Oh baby, just one more slit, let’s see how close to death I’ll get. It’s not the end, it’s just a mended seam- that started the stitch of everything. So, one way, one day, you will find- that you’re hostage to these feelings inside your mind...and one way, one day, you will see- that you’ve unknowingly became a misanthrope.

I’m gagged by life’s hopeless perception and the clock pendulum keeps ticking. The earth is creaking while the children are sleeping. The pastors are weeping while he’s not returning. I’m just reflecting on anything- that makes me want to survive, after tonight. I’m looking inside the fuzzy picture, and your, just looking out of the television frame...Perfect people, cloned by evil, you can go ahead and claim that I’m insane. Perfect steeples, claimed by people, you can go ahead and fall into the pouring rain. I’m just waiting for the correct answer- that will help me break away from my own hell. These past people and these hurtful statements, they climb into the cortex of my mind. I’m just sitting, and waiting to endure my life’s torturing punishment. My hands are bound and my feet are tied- by the ropes responsible for many past suicides. I can’t let it take me in, into the mouth, where they have been. I can’t let it take me in, into the loop, where their necks have went. I can’t let it take me in, into the embrace of their CORRUPTIVE TORMENT!!!