Jack.

I am Jack.
I am Jack's hands, shaking all the time, never been able to hold anything in my hands, not my life, the people I care for, my job, my family. I've been trembling from years of substance abuse. All these hands can grasp is a bottle. Or a pill. Pills are nice.
I am Jack's bones. Broken from fights, countless of them in bars, brittle from inadequate exposure to daylight.
But what use are bones when there is nothing left to protect?
I am Jack's brain. Never being able to concentrate on a single thing. I'm broken. Migraines keep coming and going, like an old friend,
I am Jack's heart. I pump in and out his fatigued blood, but the fatigue I cannot banish.
Life I cannot support. A broken heart am I.
I am Jack's liver. For years I have been supporting him. I have grown old and weary through years of alcohol being pumped through me.
Booze-fuelled drunkenness does not hide the pain, we found out. 
I am Jack's tired soul. I have been broken. I have been battered. Been shattered, been shaken. I am his complete lack of surprise. I am his vengeance which is directed at himself. I am Jack's cold sweat.
I am Jack's chair. Many a night he sat upon me and completed his tasks. It took him so long to understand the final task which needed to be done.
I am Jack's rope. Tonight Jack is freed.

(Thumbs up if you got the references)

Jack is a weird name.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

I hab

Release The Savage

Listen to me.
You've got to listen to me.
Why do you do what you do? Your job? Your life? Carry on through pain? Enjoy life as you 'think' it should be?
You do realize that happiness is just an emotion? A chemical. Rather, something that is FOOLING you into thinking you feel good? So why do we do what we do? We talk about art, morals, values and stuff, but what do we really care about? What is it that we are looking out for in the end?
We're fools dancing on a burning ship. We're assholes. We're ant sized idiots who don't matter at all. After all, what good will it do when you blow up the world? Or save it from blowing up? Happiness? People say strive for it. But what do you do, your 'happiness' is just a simple drug.
A drug that you are addicted to.
A drug that we keep striving for.
Your happiness is JUST a drug your body gives in exchange for its survival and maybe generation of more offspring. 
Your body is a traitor. It makes you cry. It makes you thirst for the drug that is happiness?
So what do you do? I'm baffled. I guess there is nothing much to do. Do whatever you wanna do, really. Who cares if you just got fired from your job? You lost the love of your life? You are ashamed in front of your family? It's just your body giving you the false illusion, in the end.
Do whatever you wanna do. Run away. Fall back on the primal emotion of hunger, hunger for yourself.
For once, block out all the signals that your DNA dictates you to do.
For once, be the beast you need to be. The beast that knows only himself. Lose your conscience.
For once.

Release The Savage.

See ya later.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Scribble

Waking up, at the end of a bad dream
Only to realize it could be true.
Shaking my head, about to scream,
Then to realize it's of no use.

After being broken so many times,
I wonder if I have the strength to go on.
Their words seem like Hippocratic crimes
And I begin to slow down.

So scribble me out,
Mistakes erased,
Forgotten,
Life goes on
Without me

Runnin' down a dream

Never would come to me.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Wrecked

So
Do you live?
Do you die?
Do you bleed ?
For the fantasy 
In your mind?
I'm wrecked,
Wandering hopelessly.
Searching for a drug.
Thoughts, they're
Poisoned from the inside.
I cannot see,
Corrupted,
I have been. 

Vox Populi

JustAnotheRandomGuy

The Reason For These Scars

The reason for my scars
She's out there in the stars
And I'm trying to breathe right here on mars
But not getting anywhere

He's the truth of my life
The raising of this knife
The reason for my strife
But he's never there

I need to know my fate
I've been waiting for a change
Searching in my range
All hopeless

All I need is a sign
I've worshipped enough of your shrine
Put an end to the cryin'
And tell me

Cause this steed can go alone
The road still has space for two
I don't need another drone
With or without you
I'll be fine

Does she not care, or does she not hear?

Does he not get it, that I don't fear?

Cause I'd cross those stars

Fade away my scars

To be with you?

Then why am I still one?

And not two?

I CANNOT GO BACK TO BEING CHEESY I'M TOO EMO UARGH

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

 

Unnecessary

 I've woken up at the end of a bad dream
The kind that makes you question reality
Do I really need you? Do you really need me?
Or are we just pawns in the hands of society?

There's 7 billion people on this planet
One less wouldn't make a difference
Yet you need to make me feel better about myself
So that you can make you feel better about yourself

I want to take a step back
From this place, this party
It's deformed me, enclosed me
Am I who I am or who I need to be?

It's times like these that makes thoughts stack
We're all just pawns in the hands of society
So do understand
That I too, am unnecessary

You'll either ridicule me, or empower me
Use me as a mask or as a goat
Humiliate me or embrace me
Try to push me into or banish me
From this small little
White, flawless circle
You call acceptance
Hence
I take my leave

So you must understand at the end
I was after all unnecessary
If I'd not left, I'd be sent
And I'd rather be it in a hurry

Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change

I take my leave. It is for the best.

JustAnotheRandomGuy