A little death around the eyes

I was born in the rebel city,
I need to get out of here,
Nothings changed since 1980,
I stay at home because of fear,
There must be something more.

Life is dull, nothing to do,
I just sit home, old poem made new,
life gets greedy, refuses to give,
This is not the life i want to live,
There must be something more.

Writing and dreaming my life away,
I must leave this squalid place
The greatest costs, Im willing to pay,
To join the eternal chase,
There must be something more.

There must be something more to this life I lead,
Everything seems grey and ghastly in these winter nights,
Creativity and passion freed,
Following the neverending light,
There must be something more!

There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake
She sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame

So beautiful, yet so vain,
She doesn’t care if you feel the pain,
Break your heart, never talk to you again,
This is a grave warning to all men,
I found out with the full cost,
Pain gained, Love lost.

Your heart is black, your skin cold,
you lie and act, so believable but so fake
you think your original but you just do as your told,
so talented but wasted all the same,
So fast so slow, all you do is take.

On a bleak winters night, my heart you did break,
Now I'm left poor, begging for scraps,
Lonely beggar boy mocked and scorned
Living in hope they will realise you as fake
Some men born rich and one day become poor
This was inflicted by the world famous whore.

Do you know me? I don't think so!
Do you know me? I don't think so!
You romanticize the dull and dreary past
Trying to escape from the underclass
You darkened the bright and beautiful day
You're breaking my heart in every way
And tell me everything is dandy and fine
You're no friend of mine

I took you in and you stole from me
But you still got everything I need
You're walking so tall, you're looking so mean
You're walking so tall, you're looking so mean
But you tell me everything is dandy and fine
You're no friend of mine

Do you know me? I don't think so!
Do you know me? I don't think so!
You romanticize the dull and dreary past
Trying to escape from the upper class
You darkened the bright and beautiful day
You're fucking up my head in every way

I knew a lonely beggar boy,
strolled through life with grimless joy,
hated by many
pityed by some,
loved by none,
he asked himself what could he have done
to deserve a life so dismal and discust,
why could he not have a life for one to lust

So beggar boy keeps begging,
some food, some money some clothes,
he doesnt care, anything even with a tear
but all he wants is a home to call his own
so he doesnt feel hungry, tired and especially alone.

You smug faced crowds with sinister eyes,
who mock and laugh as beggar boy stumbles by
sneak home and pray you’ll never know the hell where youth and laughter go

(Much inspiration was taken from Sasoons ‘Suicide in the Trenches’)

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.