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letra de poison heart - ed

i’m a kid who only shines when his skin touches the sun
these insecurities consume me like a vacuum to the crumbs
living in the gloom
without a bit of it being reduced
drowning helplessly in the pitfall lagoons
soul absorbing typhoons ruin the ambience around me
my surroundings are imaginary
we’re all human beings that have no conspicuous meaning
the disparity between gone and leaving is the hope for an awaited return
the words burn when first spoken you’ll accept it for a deciduous solution
the setbacks get out of hand so you hand them off into different hands
stuck in the quick sand
no helping hands in reach

my heart of gold has corroded into bronze
i’m a vagabond wandering off between h-ll and heaven
don’t know if i’m speaking to air or to god
i’m under the coal clouds
daunted by the people that aren’t fond of me
i think out loud so my thoughts should be exposed right now
i always recycle the same verbs, sayings and nouns
i don’t know what i write about
i can’t amount to the paramount mountain that is this summit
jump off this cliff that has my existence constricted till everything is obfuscated
why do i prattle to myself in these songs when i know i’m goin to disappear?
if anyone had an idea of what betides in my mind you wouldn’t be alive
life is a punchline
your life span is spasmodic then you die
we’re trapped in this habitat with compact cracks that are insured
gotta writhe in the plight
the night reminds me of my heart
cuz it’s pitch dark
notebooks are artistry
come and critique this masterpiece
what portrayals in your head do you see?
this is coming from the perspective of a boy who fills the lonely void with a pencil
when the lead instills on the paper it neutralizes the controversy in my mind for a little

i write about the internal mind of the individual
how we’re welded in this life like canister
how feelings
are the typical cancer
how one’s decisions are the entrance to a natural disaster
i should clean up the puddles of errors like a janitor
spread vital messages to the world like an amb-ssador
hearing the clamors from troubling men and women
lookin for a jailbreak but behind the bars of prison
i hear voices of enjoyment but that’s a figment of my imagination
every dark hole eventually glistens
every road less traveled regrows and recovers
no difference between one another
what a time it’s been
this comes from a heart filled with poison

- ed

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