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Society lies to me...and has done so everyday of my life,
my symbolic thought of misery lay me eased to my troubles and peacefully calms my nights.
The remarkable demonstrations of hatred and peace continues to torture my solitude and slur my unspoken speech.
My invisible self motivation is in danger from time to time, I've lost all desire to hold in willpower, stuck in a delusion of self enhanced pride.
I cry puddles of individuality, onto footsteps of the talented dead, I sit petrified of my preordained time to melt my eyes... playing the images over and over in my head.
Unbalanced by the vivid thought of freedom, trapped in a world where I myself is my-own, I call out to liberty's memo-random hoping I'd get my express citation to come home.
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