I created
So did you-
I wrote
You read-
Is there more to life
Than this-
No
Because it is only a moment
Which passes you buy
And if you loose it out of sight
What remains Is nothing more
Than a guilty
Goodbye
That is why
It has come to this
No longer will the fractured mind
Shall bear these
Unrighteous shackles-
No longer will the tormented soul
Will hold these
Treacherous walls-
For far to long
Silence sealed these lips
But tonight
What cannot be spoken
Will be instead
Written.
Passing thoroughly through
Inch by inch
Every memory
I once held dearly-
Now I can only think of
Twisting a knife
Until I cut it out
And leave it forever
Behind-
Like an orphan
Lacking hope and faith
Replacing them
With hate and rage.
Making a commitment
To commit suicide is unfavorable
When it comes to life-
Let's face it
We all want shortcuts
Out of the rags
And into the riches
No matter the cost
But when the deal is due
The price will be paid
By none of you
Instead
A kin will be sacrificed
To the cause
Hopping that it will be enough
If not
Than you'll breed another one
And kill as many as you want
Because playing GOD
Is affordable
It is FUN!
Now what do I wish
To accomplish?
What is my goal?
Well that is irrelevant
Because only I can achieve it
Alone-
But why do you care?
Until now
You never did
Because you were to busy
To overachieve
By stepping upon dreams
Thus dumbing those
To whom you promised
A voice
Yet leaving them
With silent screams.
Fazing upon all those things
I have done so far
I began wondering upon
The rightfulness of my decisions
Which lead me to sorrowful conclusions
One of them being
To naive to believe
That the human nature has empathy
Instead
Imagine a hyperactive child
Holding a hot cup of tea
Trying not to drop it
Yet getting bored of holding it
This is how
I see
Humanity-
However
There is one choice
Which I made
And my mind upon it
I shall never change
Being that
This antisocial attitude
And sarcastic wit
For me
It is a perfect fit
And gave me strength
To overcome
Any kind of mental obstacle
And stupidity to skip
While laughing
As a madman
Which from an asylum
Has escaped.
This is how it feels
To be unsealed-
To say what you wish
To do as you please
To not care what others think
To react in such a way
That the counterreaction
Should be that the individual
Questions their place
In their own space.
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Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoésieA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.