Jaded Gates

Jaded gates at the boarder of heaven,
Wonderful fates destroyed out of boredom,
Beneath beauty we find sin and suicide,
Under every secret lies a hidden truth we'll find.

They watch and they think they see,
Something looks wrong so they'll medicate me,
Surely I'm a failure it's what I was destined to be.

"I'm having trouble with life, am I prone?"
Double my dose and send me home,
Oh god, I wish I wasnt so damn alone.

Velvet whispers play through the air,
I'll leave this place wrapped in despair,
You'll never know how much I cared.

A plastic casing takes me alive,
Inside of this pill I strive to survive,
Maybe its a dream, perhaps it is fake.

A forgery of truth,
The creative bond between lies,
Now I believe its my turn to make a suicide.

Ian Robert Potapoff