It's crazy this life of ours
When will it stop
When will it truly start
Do we feel it in our limbs?
When we cry, are we really crying for no reason?
When we believe, do we have faith in something that's not there?
When we love, is it real love some possess for one or is it just false words some say?
What are our inelastic demands?
What is the physics behind this whole world, universe, galaxy?
When people pass away, is there real pain?
Where do these emotions really come from?
This numbing feeling in my fingers is crawling through my limbs flowing through my blood
Ready to take over my body
Driving into my veins
Needles shot into my smooth skin
To take this darkness out of me
To take away the thoughts I perserve well in my brain
They only want the glamor life of a celebrity to appeal to me
The ideas of media to trash my mind
To make me think of my mass which weighs differently on the moon
Only the thoughts of our government to be perfect to run through my mind and not have a worry
Not to look in between the lines of what people say
Not to see the truth behind this "ordinary place"
Not to see the tragedy of this society
Heart stops once it kicks in
Allergic reaction ascends to a mear flatline
A half past...
A return from the dead
The truth remains
The memory in tact
Acting plays in this scene
Fool the idiots
Ready to reveal what is held deep in the brain
To let them be free mentally
No one can truly take this away
Thoughts- meant to be kept until it is revealed verbally
To The World- Ready or Not, I'm Letting You Know!!!
