Follow me, while I twist a path of darkness
About leading a life feeling so heartless.
I belong to no one, yet everyone lays claim
They emulate the person behind the name.
I come to deform and destroy the senses
Apologies to those who find this offensive,
But not everything is peachy clean and nice
Some things are frozen shut with ice,
And others are held together with a splice.
Some of these surroundings are artificial,
Without trying to appear so superficial.
Yet the past continues to simply remain
While my future holds no meaning to pertain.
Stripped of accommodation, still evaluating.
Lacking some type of motivation,
While thriving on procrastination.
I'm on a crash-course with my own society,
And I won't let this build up inside of me.
So as this daily situation worsens,
I face each day with subliminal versions.
