I kiss the sky beneath a pillar of sorrow. The world a blanket to sacrifice my ails. I begged for a statement, a trigger to describe me. But all I recieved was a lie to explain my lack of credible faith.
Since when did acceptance become an acceptable form of identification? The social norm a spotty leech, locked jaws with sharks and lambs. A well adorned teacher breaking individuality under a thick wire branch pointed acutely at the many reasons why we need to just shut the fuck up and stand quietly in line.
My skin a chameleon guise hid beneath a violent smile and shattered eyes. Who is to speak the truth if every fact is an eventual opinion?
Shoot an idea and watch it fall down. Bleed out the potential and inevitably die. Cannibalization initialization to begin the rebirth of one lightbulb into another of a lower wattage. Reality is an illusion. It was made to be a leash. Go on, break the 'im' in possible.
A daily police of the creative minds that fester a grayscale society. Too afraid to let the colors spill from sealed lips. Too afraid of difference, of conflicting interests. Why? When the fantasies we deserve remain unborn under a blacklist of receipts and bank deposits.
Why give us the ability to think only to forbid us the option of following our dreams? Is this a world most productive under nightmares? Or is there a profit in the consumption of imagination?
Is green the new black? Those obituary dollar bills a consistent reminder of the hopes this place was built upon before power leveled up and acquired a plus five in democracy. When was this ever not an inevitability? The consumed much too eager to make a splash whilst the reliable are much too comfortable simply wading in the shallow end.
Blink your eyes and shake the ownership from your eyes. Let everything go and watch the world turn to cater you. There is nothing saying that you can't be a god when the powers you pray to can be rewired towards yourself.
My mind is going blank. The voices shutting down left and right. My sleep beckons and I wish to run and meet it. Just remember this harsh sputter of madness. The only hope in this world is the hope you inject yourself. So go make a smile.
God knows it's needed.
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