Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Match in a matchbox

~Though I am a match, I am far from the same.

Look at me, look into my eyes
With piercing cold tendencies.
Tell me it'll all be well,
For if you do, LIES!
Sh!t be falling apart
On a daily basis, bastards,
They are all out to tell me lies,
They are all out to hurt themselves
And I
Cannot be swayed into believing
That all is well.
I've seen people die in front of my eyes.
I've seen the earth fall to sh!t in a matter
Of years,
Though I'm not fully crazy,
Sometimes I wish I were to take away
The responsibilities of having to care
For people in this world.
I care too much,
Yet people claim I care too little.
I am just another match in a matchbox;
I lay quietly among the rest
And wait for the day when I am struck
Against a hard, rough surface
And blown out of this kingdom made completely out of hellfire.
March 17, 2004

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