The Checkered Demon
Too much to find, so much, so little timeSo many images persist to shade my mindWill I ever come around, or will I just hit the ground?Will I still be standing when it all comes down?
Why can't I seem to sort it out?Why am I always filled with doubt?
So many people everywhere,So self-absorbed without a care of their viral livesI'd like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold?When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,Will somebody be there to catch me when I fall?
Why can't I seem to sort it out?Why am I always filled with doubt?How could I always be so blind?Why can't I figure it out?
I could always hope for change,Could always hope to rearrange,But why not just abandon hopeAnd tear it all apart now?