another out of my angst driven scribbling...like a final scream before dying...in this situation...freedom's
Making us so that I’m killing
hard and wild
The Buddha programmed
inside them is asking me to
Ever since love, prayers and peace died
I unwrap candies to crush
and smoke a few
This was never as hard
as it is tonight
On a different high
I live they say
But what they’ve
left us with is no other way
Crawling around with borrowed hands
Freedom has come to terms with
a darker room
And the shut doors
This is the new high
for getting crashed in the head
As sometimes feeling strong
is bigger than being one
What is visible is so damned infected
The system functions
and we fight till we are dead
Scared asking for help while on the streets alone
and the man in uniform rapes your thoughts too
You chose it and now it’s your
trust getting f*** ed through
Freedom has come to terms with
A darker room
And the shut doors