I went to an open mic night recently and I wanted to perform. I decided to look up some old stuff and edit it up a bit before I go and perform next week. I haven't really written anything since I was in high school. I gotta be honest it feels real good. I don't know how good it is or even if it is good but I figured who cares it's all subjective anyway. Who knows if I have the courage to keep doing this I might finally start doing stand up comedy.
Original
I look into your soul to see
the vastness Expecting to see the light but what sends a fright down my spine
is the blackness the hatred and corrosiveness that intertwine together to
enwrap your soul into a never- ending pool of despair and depression Your outer
shell is like the black pearl at the bottom of the sea beautiful on the out
side and that’s it but like glass I can see through it So young with so much
pain perplexes the most complicated of minds 3 years of being the mask in front
of the man instead of the man behind the mask Like an actor in a play
portraying the comedian while fighting the beasts within which are an
embodiment of my essence With a plethora of thoughts racing through my min stop
by one question who am I The Dark Comedian
Edited
I look into your soul expecting
to see the vastness of hope and courage
Instead I am met with the
blackness the hatred the corrosiveness that intertwine together to enwrap your
soul into a never- ending pool of despair and depression
Your outer shell is like a
black pearl, beautiful on the outside and that’s it
like glass I can see through
it
So young with so much pain
perplexes the most complicated of minds
3 years of being the mask in
front of the man instead of the man behind the mask
Like an actor portraying the
comedian while fighting the beasts within
Anxiety is welcome as an old
friend. Mind constantly in motion. Forever fighting. So much confusion. So much
doubt. So much pain.
A plethora of thoughts
racing through me
stop by one question what am
I
The Dark Comedian
