-SOCIETIES FRANKENSTEIN-
Hope,happiness,dreams and love these words mean nothing to me.
for the eyes that lie within my head , have grown to dark to see.
Hope for what? to hope to find my place in this fake society?
no thank you!you've shunned me way too long, now the shunning is up to me.
Happiness? ,laugh out loud. for what? nothing sparks a smile,
all that I've held dear throughout my years is like poison in a vile.
Even if i could, the mere thought of it brings on burning pains,
as if i had battery acid running through my veins.
All the drugs i can afford,do nothing but help absorb the blow.
all the things i never knew and in the future what I'll never know.
Escapism,is really a challenge when you try and run from yourself,
but that's the monster that you've created when you put me on the shelf.
Dreams- have turned to nightmares and nightmares to reality,
i have none left, for the ones i had were all of them stolen from me.
The things we're *sold* to dream about are ludicrous on their face,
no, thank you once again, i may be human,but I'm not in the race.
Love-don't even start with me about that word,it's betrayed me once too much.
i do agree it's powerful,but poisonous to the touch.
I can't even close my heart as it has been wrenched open relentlessly through the years.
all i can do is rip it out lest another beat me to it,and soak it in a jar of my tears.
Hope is masked as dismay,happiness now only gloom.
shattered have become all my dreams, and l-o-v-e to me spells doom.
So take your plastic society and all it's cute cliche's,
take the sun take the stars,for mine are but a haze.
Survival of the fittest, i know that hidden rule.
i learned quite early on, what they do not teach in school.
You knew a man once smiling bright,hopeful, not on the course to hell,
but now that man is dead and gone,victory is yours,you've done your job well.
WRITTEN, in collaboration with Vicodin(Watson pharmaceuticals) and Xanax(Upjohn pharmaceuticals), by : SOUP
DATE : 04-14-05
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