earliest & worst bars you've ever posted that still exist

Witty · 02-22-2015, 08:11 AM

This is the earliest topical verse I could find, from when I was FIFTEEN lmao wtf.

My life is in pieces,my soul is shattered and bruised
My strife never ceases,as I try not to let my insanity loose
My brain is a demon,and my heart is an empty pit
I've lost any sense of meaning,and my consience has quit
Trying to tell me the difference,between what's right and what's wrong
I feel empty inside..................and that's why I'm writing this song
I'm a posessed human being,my soul is a shelter for sin
Instead of blocking off this pain,my mind's just letting it in
I hate my actions,but I continue to pursue these evil deeds
I gain satisfaction,when other people fall on thier knees and bleed
My sickness is prolonged,I'm waiting for the end,waiting in vain
Something is wrong,I've failed in my attempts of sedating the pain
I try to occupy my mind,with memories of happy times,and joy
but to my brain my demons climb,and my mind is destroyed
The devil is within me,I can feel him in every part of my being
attempting to kill me,by putting in front of my eyes,the pain I'm seeing
gone are the days of a joyous childhood,my friends have abandoned me
I'd try to make some more if I could,but with me comes catastrophe
I've been sentenced to a life of solitude,just me and my thoughts
And all this time I thought I could,just ignore what I'd been previously taught
They warned me that my shallow actions,would lead to sheer defeat
And now my mellow passion,has been transformed to searing heat
My inner child has been wiped and erased,destined to be forgotten
left behind is and empty space,which holds my soul......dead and rotten
My whole life has been haunting,so my wait for peace is impatient
People always hating,taunting,that my demons are a figment of imagination
But they don't hear what I hear,and they don't see what I see
It's like the more I persevere,the further I get from finding the key
I used to think that it was just a feeling,but now it is easy to see
That I'm not possessed by demons,but that the demon is me.

02-22-2015, 08:11 AM	#11
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	This is the earliest topical verse I could find, from when I was FIFTEEN lmao wtf. My life is in pieces,my soul is shattered and bruised My strife never ceases,as I try not to let my insanity loose My brain is a demon,and my heart is an empty pit I've lost any sense of meaning,and my consience has quit Trying to tell me the difference,between what's right and what's wrong I feel empty inside..................and that's why I'm writing this song I'm a posessed human being,my soul is a shelter for sin Instead of blocking off this pain,my mind's just letting it in I hate my actions,but I continue to pursue these evil deeds I gain satisfaction,when other people fall on thier knees and bleed My sickness is prolonged,I'm waiting for the end,waiting in vain Something is wrong,I've failed in my attempts of sedating the pain I try to occupy my mind,with memories of happy times,and joy but to my brain my demons climb,and my mind is destroyed The devil is within me,I can feel him in every part of my being attempting to kill me,by putting in front of my eyes,the pain I'm seeing gone are the days of a joyous childhood,my friends have abandoned me I'd try to make some more if I could,but with me comes catastrophe I've been sentenced to a life of solitude,just me and my thoughts And all this time I thought I could,just ignore what I'd been previously taught They warned me that my shallow actions,would lead to sheer defeat And now my mellow passion,has been transformed to searing heat My inner child has been wiped and erased,destined to be forgotten left behind is and empty space,which holds my soul......dead and rotten My whole life has been haunting,so my wait for peace is impatient People always hating,taunting,that my demons are a figment of imagination But they don't hear what I hear,and they don't see what I see It's like the more I persevere,the further I get from finding the key I used to think that it was just a feeling,but now it is easy to see That I'm not possessed by demons,but that the demon is me. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.