I’m so goddamn sick of waking up from a bad dream to an even worse day. Sick of everything important to me, being torn away. Not enough to hold the weight, the knees buckled. You sat and watched, you even fuckin chuckled. Medicate the grimace and leave the smile be. We all fuckin know, what they can never see. Do they care? Do we dare? They handed us a pile of shit, and told us to care. They stripped her bare, and still had the balls, to tell us not to stare. We watched while it went up in flames. Now what? You want us to give the fire names? Ladies and Gentlemen, your slave has arrived. He’s tryin and strivin, just to stay alive. He’s thirsty, and hungry, so you can clearly see, he will go wherever the fuck you tell him to be. They built a garden of filth and never cared to weed. Now the growth has gotten out of control with it’s greed. What hope is there for me? When there’s a million more, better than I can ever pray to be? The man in the mirror faces back, as I scream out, yet another, fucking attack. Profane is the name, and he screams back the same, goddamned, played out, list of failures and fucking shame. Insane, yet I can’t seem to find any other to blame.
Monthly Archives: August 2013
The moon winks at me at night. Constantly looking up unlike most human beings and always very aware of how massive the universe is. Fully aware of how tiny I am in the grand scheme things. This is what I am not supposed to do, they do not want us to. They want us to think so small, they want us focusing on the landscape they created as a cage like a monkey in a fucking zoo. For if you look at the stars you realize you are on a floating pebble in a vast endless span. Then you look at the earth in a different light. Maybe see it as a precious thing. Yet that hasn’t happened. In this the year of 2013 I find it is so incredibly easy for everyone to be lost and unaware of the big picture. Pills of which they created cures every ailment you have and boy do they feel so amazing. Next thing you know you are a machine. Made to find that high again and again. Then where are you. Then you make yourself the victim of the shit just complaining and crying while your mind is focused so small while your inner self destroys itself. Not many understand this cause they are manufactured to think so narrow. I gaze at the stars yet I don’t just look. I understand. I feel small, and I know that some of my petty issues do not matter right now and maybe my priorities should work this way instead. It puts my stress and woes at bay for a while. It ultimately calms me and puts me in a lighter mood. Yet these people do not understand this. They think they are so much bigger than they are ultimately forcing them to think worse and foul. These people weigh me down like a cancer. Sorry if there were hurt feelings but I cannot be allowed to be dragged down. And I would too. I feed off of other people’s energy really sensitively for some reason. This also helps me look at people and look through the mask and see the human but sometimes the human is twisted and deformed. Not saying they are all bad but when people start crying about every single tiny thing in a true sad babyish way it brings me down. I cannot drop into the abyss again. It was cold and dark down there. I will not drop into it again. Therefore I will cut your strands tied into me like fucking nothing. I won’t even think twice. Welcome to the age of information in America where everyone is an arrogant, ignorant baby that are heavily medicated. Welcome to the tipping point of our empire. Sorry ancestors….we have severely fucked up and bought into EVERYTHING. Good game. At the end of it all…the moon still winks at me in the night.