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Bleed

First one in a while, rather angry.

 

 

Hate holds me up and anxiety brings me down, what’s that you see on my face? A frown. A physical manifestation of all the macho gesticulation, degradation and miseducation of a generation that is force fed, bled and told to listen to other music instead. With all that stuck in your head, how the fuck are you supposed to move forward in life? Letting go of strife like it’s the sharp end of a knife. And with that we bleed, take heed and rip the fuck outta the hand that feeds? Or do we? See, I can tell myself that I see the world partially, in a mixed up brain that thinks of things rationally, considering totality and the normality of such a formality. But I’d be lying, or would I? All I know is the colour of the sky, the colour of my eyes and nothing much else.

 

Welcome to hell. Welcome to hell.

 

Waking up a different man from the guy that fell asleep last night, avoid the mirror if I can to save myself from the fright. On a day to day basis I have a personality change, wouldn’t you find that rather strange? Deranged? Do I deserve to be locked up and caged? No, because we’re exactly the same, except for in appearance, height, weight and name. But we all bleed the same. We all feel the same pain. So for a second please forget where you came from, all the money you may or not have, whether you’re a prick or a scav or just an average working man.

 

We all bleed the same.

 

When I look around me all I see is jumped up pricks making a name for themselves, sending me to a hypothetical hell and doing nothing more than ringing alarm bells. ‘YEAH MATE I GOT A BRAND NEW IPHONE 6’ is a common term used amongst PRICKS. Selfies have taken over family photos and please watch as my disdain grows for those who can’t even see past their own nose. it’s not your fault, it’s a fault of the state and every mate, who kept us up all night with drugs and promises of not being late for the next morning.


I just can’t abide by the way things are going, so I’ll keep the anger flowing and not give a fuck if it’s showing because if I allow myself to be a part of the problem then I’m as bad as the problem itself, put me on a shelf and let me go to hell as well.

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Joe Conor Williams

Mon 20th Jul 2015 15:07

I'm hoping to perform it live soon. A bit angrier than my usual stuff but I'm just drawing off what I'm seeing around me in the city. Thanks for the kind words.

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Stu Buck

Sat 18th Jul 2015 16:03

this would sound great live. i'm all for desperation manifesting in good art.

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