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Tribulations Of Society

Struggle

By Lacey BurkePublished 7 years ago 1 min read

I'm always chasing the ultimate high

A fix to entice of my own design

Like demons creeping through the night

To steal the shadows and hex the souls

Of those so warm, when I'm so cold

because oblivion tastes like rust

Going down smoother than leather and lace

Of the world's society demonstrates,

Wearing the shackles they yearn to create!

And I'm shoving down my inner voice

thrusting the words so blatantly they taste

While time's fading away insistently

Breaking me down to the edge, reality lost in haste

Where sanity is just a word

That has no meaning like a herd were

rushed to slaughter, begging, ending

on the worlds teeter totter.

And I can't tell if this reality is fake

I'm stuck here,burned alive on a stake

But it's doesn't really matter

'Cause there's no one left to hate

Deep in this hole far underground

drowning in body and soul

Inside these walls, unconscious mind.

Unholy teachers of whats wrong is right

Beating the tones like pride and prejudice

Strumming the string, signed by blood in

society's wager.

Lock,barrel,pull and scream, A dose of your

own nymphétamine.

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