| Sunday, August 29, 2010
the world,
life, death,
reality, dreams,
a skewed sense of right and wrong,
the unfortunate impossibility of it all,
the darkness that envelopes yet hides in that faraway corner,
the pain of the blood,
the alternating anger and depression,
that truly,
is the never to be seen.
for to be seen would spell death for it all,
thaat carefully constructed facade of confusing statements that all,
all have their hidden meanings,
the plea for help,
the hope that perhaps,
despite attempts to hide it,
someone might really find the meaning,
and help, protection, even
would come.
but yet how would you know,
when the lies extend to you too,
for as you live and breathe,
the lie is there,
for the true person within is one too fragile for public consumption.
yes, public consumption,
for is that not what you do?
consume the souls of the children,
turning them into mindless creatures trained to do useless things,
while the true children huddle in dark corners,
sobbing as the darkness suffocate them.
now behold!
for it is all your work,
the blame shall not be put on us,
where is that once unstoppable flow of creativity, laughter, joy?
gone,
in it's place a wooden soul,
waiting for it's turn on the chopping block.
the purple piggy oinked 12:53 AM
