It Continues to Burn Here

Inside I try to write a creative verse
But the toil of years past keeps getting worse
Try to break the monotony
Yet it's just a novelty
One I bear with my generosity
As I'm just an oddity
With my honesty
And I have a warped anatomy

Burns to ash, burns the face
Until I don't know my place
Burns  the soul, burns the path
Until I become a psychopath
Burns the dreams, burns my care
Until I have no reason to be there
Burns my love, burns it all
At least that which I recall

Inside my pain digs a well
Until I get stuck in this hell
Try to reach out, to speak
But this hell just remains bleak
Inside my tongue gets swallowed
False idealogies I followed
Never touch my hand again
For I was just your goddamn commedian

Never wanted this
Just wanted to care
Yet something was amiss
And you were never there
Never wanted bliss
Just a life that was fair
Yet no point to reminisce
Because you are elsewhere

A tear, a drop, a torrent of rain
Never enough to show the pain
A tear, a drop, never enough to extinguish
And I am left in anguish
Society will be happy as they banish
The beast they vanquish
For I am too outlandish
If only it was that easy to vanish
But my being will just brandish
Guess I just will never get my wish

Just want a hand to hold my hand
Just want a foot so that I may stand
Just want a mouth so that I may command
But all are submerged under the quicksand

Burns my face, my arm, but never enough
In this hell I never have it too rough
Burns my comprehension until I can't think no more
Sorry to be such a bore
Guess I should just have killed myself yesterday
What can I say
There's no reason to stay
Yet here I am today
I just don't go away
When I have every reason in the world to pay
When I have every reason in the world but no say
Guess I just am a castaway
One who must swim back after the ricochet
After judgement day
Have to be the one to rots in this decay

In the footsteps of others, we drag and make them disappear
Just one more fault in our life as we botch the atmosphere
No, I know here that I don't belong
And I know that I am wrong
Yet to leave and not play along
Would require me to be more strong

So I follow into the guillotine
Death by the machine I had forseen
But I lost my survival mechanism
Life just holds nothing but criticism
Curse my blighted pragmatism
In the end still with individualism
I knew where we would go in this fanaticism
So I grasp the hand of nihilism
As it leads to my own hedonism

Burn the rain, burn the sand
Burn the face, burn the hand
Burn the tongue, burn the guillotine
Burn the idealogy, burn with gasoline
Burn as I don't belong and can't find something to embrace
Burn as I don't belong and can't exist in any place
Burn as I don't belong and am just a disgrace
Burn as I don't belong, burn my goddamn face