A Certain Dystopia

When we become conditioned into believing what is correct, poison is shakily injected into our veins, synthesized thoughts and artificial feelings are wedged into our hopes, plugged quickly with misinformed judgement and false ideas and wrong accusations until we are deaf and blind and all five senses shut down simultaneously. Before we can take a breath to nurture ourselves with much-needed oxygen we are unable to inhale reality; how difficult it is to swallow the truth when choking on copious amounts of tangled lies! And before we know it we are attempting to look back on how it once was, positive that it was better than today's reality; but a cold iron grasp keeps us from the ability to turn our necks and see our progression into that which we never aspired to be.

"How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in't!"

Aldous Huxley is genius.
"Brave New World" [1932]

Pretense

She walks with grace
A manner known not to those around her

Envy is sown into their minds
O disastrous weed, when will you reap?

Her angelic past greets her with a warm smile
Devilish ideas beaten into silence

She's perfect.
She's perfect.
She's perfect.

While you'd bet it all comes with painful ease
I bet she's wondering when the pain will cease

Because perfection is the mask we can all afford to buy
As long as we've created income from a large enough lie

Space Bound

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JByDbPn6A1o

"If I get burnt, Ima show you what it's like to hurt
Love is evol. Spell it backwards, I'll show you."

Buried

Well it's a little thing called
En oh ess tee ay elle gee eye ay







So you let reckless overrule;
Posessive as a midnight ghost

Writing is my Oxygen

Honey it's regressive progression.

Forever

Weightless memories flutter away
A record of life, gone with the day

As the glistening sun sets once more
Tales from my heart seep under my floor

Shimmering light, saturated with your essence
Beautiful glow of worldly renaissance

For when I shut my eyes in restful peace
I succumb to that which is never to cease

The divine promise of tomorrow's sunrise
Evidence that spirited life never dies

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow

Vengeful, wretched, tormenting, traitor
Ripped it out, no remorse
Filthy.

Hatred, anger, fear, confusion
Brutal aftermath,
Are you proud?

The stick is gone
But the glass, it continues to stir
Sick with your vile aftertaste.

Distort my emotions
Disfigure my heart into something hideous
Maddeningly murmuring your name

Revolting, nauseating,
Perfectly contradictory,
Sickeningly wonderful, oh Thane

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."