I am lost, in a whirlwind of masked monsters made to look friendly and pure.
I am masked, with a smile, to appear happy to all the people who would like to see tears stream down my face, wouldn't they enjoy my rain?
They are here.
But,
are they watching,
are they listening,
can they hear me screaming?
I'm sorry,
I've lost interest in your melodies.
For every time I inhale I'm taking in whatever the fuck medicine they're providing me.
And I wish I could lay in a meadow of gray but every time I want to feel something, anything, someone demands I stay inside and force a smile for the time being.
I hear the monsters pleading in agony, saying "you need me." slicing their flesh for me to watch but I've been blinded to feel peace, for it's easy not to watch this oh so tragic parody of humanity.
Anyways,
I'm only here for the time being.
