I am going insane, I don't even know what I write. I think it is a little bit of everything. I don't want to make sense, I want to be different, I want to be the lone voice in the middle of nowhere shouting incongruity after incongruity only to realize that I have lost my mind over thinking everything but in a surreal way I'm happy. So I write very mediocre rhymes, rants, poems and letters. This is one of those mediocre writings that I do and I lost my mind to.
Troubles of the past
Now eradicated by jubilation
We are next to last
We are energized with exaltation
Past errors are forgiven
The pain is forbidden
The angels are retrieving
Too strung out to stop believing
Thus we walk in unison
Thus we speak in unison
Unsustainable lies
Eyes that stare in anguish
As a multitude cries
Chemical substances alter our mind
We travel through unexplained universes
Are we blind?
I rest an hour every day
A sunny dream in may
I listen to war tactics
I listen to semantics
I forgot about war or so I hear
I forgot about rebellion out of fear
I was to protest
I was to invest
I want to be a rebel
But you know the rest
A song to protest war
A guitar plays far
Gritty city hiding the horrors of the rich
Silencing the hoax becomes our niche
Big city to find speed
Our hearts bleed
We numb ourselves I concede
With drugs we stop the greed
It's our demons we fight to that I agreed
We end our lives in good deed
Only to find there was already a decreed
I asked for forgiveness I plead
You listen and then you read
I kill and drugged myself so I proceed
To the city I ask for what I need
And they proceed to question why I lead
I lead because its to gritty and I plead I lobbied I rallied I impede I planted a seed
I rebelled I refuse to spoon-feed lies and intrigues
We are all lies and cries for help
But nobody listens
We are all statistics
Poor inner city kid
Plays without clues of the innocence we lose.
Marx Adrian
