scattered scraps of something i once loved

from here i walk into the desert of hell

you wouldn't understand
trapped in this skin
i walk alone again
cursed with this misery
it has a deadly hold on me
beneath the moons light
i disappear from sight
you and i will never be the same you see
for im cursed alone, forever to be

out of step is just a phrase
i have no foot print
i am different from everyone one..
i fit no mold
you and i will never relate
(being completely different from everyone because of how many different subcultures i circle)

ive always grown up being out of step
being different is a part of me
i will probably never fit in anywhere because of the fact that i am into so many different subcultures that define me as a person

i can see the fear build in your eyes
it's mother fuckers like you i despise

>some where deep inside
i have a heart i hide

>some where deep inside
i'm still alive

only now have i begun to embrace my weirdness
i feel as though i am a dog
but i walk on my hind legs
i speak about the way things used to be and
an intellectual ambiguity


>like the relation of ghost to mist