Bury Me In Manga
Escobar Season
Bury me in manga.
Watch as the crimson ink of my thinkerbox bleeds into the page
Margin sopping up my soul in superlative Shonen tales
Life grown in erroneous text boxes, scribbled in boredom
dribble from a morbid mental lapse
the type that results in chicken scratch
and rarely offers more then a little laugh
Get rid of that notion that imagination frees the soul
because i lie silent, trapped in these expression scripts
no exaggerated eyes, i died expressionless
lost in the enormity of life
ignoring me are those who read religously
i'm boring, my role won't suffice
to see another volume, i've been written off
A scarred, disparaged character
trapped in a world of grandeur
a true to self man of candor
caught in the outlandish stature of the text
my peers' word's are too great
their tasks too overwhelming
i'm just a bit player
buried under the stench if the shit's layers
Save me your quick prayers
and whispers of remorse
because i lied, i never died
quit your reminiscing and the sort
In short i was entrenched in falsehoods
while i'm from the suburbs of insubordination
you don't know the coordinance
because it isn't in the table of contents
and your fingers lack the coordination
to find my place of plight
should you catch my page, note that my face is white
absent of the mad magical hues
staining this magazine of life
shed no enlargened tears
leave me out of your credits
i played no role
so it seems you might as well forget it
many have tried and failed
to see the person that i play
but the real me is as plain
as the pages where i lay
so search if you must
perhaps you'll catch a memory
a faded glimpse of the greatest gift
no one could ever see
And well...should you never find me
that would be alright
just be sure to bury me in manga
now that would be the life...
1luv.