this feeling of falling, too familiar
the wall so smooth around me
certain death upon me
and this swollen feeling in my chest reminds me
of things i wish i had forgotten.
i just want to breathe for once without being
smothered by allthe should be's
by all the could be's
by all those damn would be's
because i couldnt care less for everything you want me
to be in this life
i cant help who i am.
i am merely something that ewas created for the
downfall of society
to kiss those unfaithful lips of Procriety
i want nothing of those animals you butcher,
those people you belittle
those hopes you crush under the toes of your combat boots.
no one cares! why can't you see the endless masque of inditement
its so frightening how you seem to think the world is all butterflies and skittles.
there is not another damn person who want to be in this predicament,
so why do i care to place myself so?
to put myself here
when no body else knows.
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