It all seems so worthless at times
The fake thing we call life
Is it real or an illusion?
Is it what we want it to be?
Falling victim
Allowing ourselves to become what it
wills
Manipulation of the masses
Becoming what they want
We are instilled with what they want
Let them die
Let them rot in their own wastes
Let them know that I am here
I am different
I am here to challenge
To speak ill
To speak well
To speak of nonsense
Of love
Out of turn
To hell with all of them
I’m right because I say so
And my brother, you are right because
you say so
There is a God to guide and love, but
where is he?
We are all born with an innate sense of
what is good
What is right
What is true
Live through this and you will know
Live through this and never fell
ashamed
Live through this till death
Upon death you will find freedom
A new life
Exuberance
Surely if this is true, we only live to
die, don’t we?
What are you waiting for?
Go
Let me be
Let me wallow
Let me be scorned
Let me die
It must be that I long for a tragedy
Do I really want people to pity me?
Or is it that I want their attention
A cry for help in my lonely world
