It doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter
I am the slave boy playing the drums to the rhythm of war
I am in hell in a cell singing praises forevermore
My heart is in sorrow; my spirit is broken to its core
See the crows munch into my sadden body; it’s a gore
It doesn’t matter for I am just a bore
My soul is corrupted with lust and the lack of love
My body is beaten and smashed down into a bloody dove
Drowning in magma, tears of lava, and the flames evolved
The sting of rejection and begging of her thereof
It doesn’t matter for I am not her beloved
I am pushed away into a corner of isolation
A frown to my face in all desolation
The itch, the scabs, and the boiling of malnutrition
The headaches, the pain, and the lack of seduction
It doesn’t matter for I am not her champion
I am lost and in shame seeking true compassion
I am mad and insane giving all my passion
I am dead and alone victimized in my temptation
I am gone and led to an empty salvation
It doesn’t matter for I am of no function
My soul is screaming and yelling for redemption
My body is dancing and chanting for recognition
My mind is ill, dark, troubled, and just without any sensation
In the jungle without joy just blank without any notion
It doesn’t matter I am nothing of admiration
I asked for control and power over the enemy
I prayed for fulfillment and satisfaction from the lovely
I am instead at battle within; a kiss from an angel wishfully
A river of sapphire gold made with the drops of my cry, blissfully
It doesn’t matter though; I am in darkness, peacefully
They laugh and mock me; in the alley belittled
Inside my shell I hide; I am the forgotten turtle
I am whooped with thunder; stroked with lightening, I crumble
I am sitting on the tree branch listening to the rumble
It doesn’t matter, hence I am invisible
I am deep into my emotions, hmmm so hopeful
I am strong, I am wonderful, and oh so beautiful
I am flower about to blossom; I am a waterfall so powerful
I am kind and innocent; I am delightful and graceful
It doesn’t matter for I am just thankful
