Recycled Human

Tiny pieces of each of us are always breaking down,
after every hardship in our lives.
Small pieces of our soul snatched away from us,
taken forever and put into the dust bin.

Garbage is what we have become,
but does there hope remain,
for the recycled human,
for that of all those tiny little pieces created,
of hearts and souls and brains,
that have been broken by pain.

Tiny fragments of imagination and culture,
obducted from our bodies like a vulture snatching at it's prey.
Puny lumps just caught away like nothing,
like they were nothing to anyone,
straight into the dust bin.

Garbage is what we have become,
but does there hope remain,
for the recycled human,
for that, of all those tiny little pieces created,
of imagination and culture and souls,
that have been broken by force.

Insignificant remnants of our past lives,
of our sights and smells,
skinned from our bare bodies.
Minute slivers scratched from our backs,
and thrown in to the dust bin.

Garbage is what we have become,
but does there hope remain,
for the recycled human,
for that, of all those tiny little pieces created,
of skin and backs and souls,
that have been taken and left in anguish.


Named by Chris who will always be remembered as the DIY guy.

Every Single Day

Everyday we find our ways through our lives
everyday,
trudging and treading through the muck
of the world to find our ways
through our lives.

Everyday we try to find a way to survive,
to keep our sanities in this world of
absolute garbage and agony,
but failing unless we are granted
by the swift and early death.

Everday we try to deal with the pain and the hate
this world has to offer,
for more than that it has not to offer,
all our lives in the hands of the devil,
for that is all there is - sin without remorse.

I've Seen it All Before

I've seen it all before,
the terror in their eyes,
the terror in the skies,
coming down like a hurricane,
breathing flame and fear,
over all the sinners of no sins.

I've seen it all before,
heard all of it before,
heard the tales and the rhymes,
of all the evil in the world,
and all of it just lies,
spoken to inset fear
into all our hearts,
so we would go and
breath flame and fear,
over all the sinners of no sins.

All the sinners of no sins.

DIY Rorschach T-Shirt

Okay this is just my attempt, and it's not finished yet so be kind.

What you need is:
- a t-shirt or a top
- some cardboard that you can fold
- black paint or any colour paint you'd like your inkblot to be in

Take your cardboard and put it inside the shirt, put paint on the shirt and fold cardboard - tadaa you've got an inkblot. Kinda like  when you were a kid and you played around with paint on paper folding it with new colours. Basically the same idea here, just more mental and old.

Added a little water to make it more inky, it's darker now than when it'll be dry

Idea for this I got from this DIY video on Youtube:

There's a Limit

There's a limitation to what a human mind can handle. There's only so much one can take, one can process and see and hear. 
There's only so much a human mind can handle.
I wish it was more, not for your benefit but for mine, I wish my mind was able to handle more.

There's a limitation to all that we can take in. To all that we can take in and learn and see and hear.
There's only so much we can take in.
I wish it was more, not for your sake but for mine, to all that I have gone through I wish I was able to see more.

There's a limitation to what you can do to a person. There's only so much a person can take, oppressed through indoctrination and pain.
There's only so much a person can take.
I wish it was less, not for my benefit, but yours since the oppression will only last forever if it isn't stopped.