My Curse
Dispel this “reality”
This twisted imaged built around me
The itching, burning, invisible scab
I’m trapped inside my realization
This liberating cloud of thoughts
That lofts above me, weighs me down
Perhaps this epiphany
That set me free in mind and soul
Just leaves the cuff links heavier
The restraints all more unbearable
And maybe if I was blind
Like them
I could live out this preset dream
The manufactured american smile
And live in ecstasy, in this false reality
That you have built around me
I swear I’ll break it down
But seeing as my eyes are wide
And I have seen what you can’t face
I live in this flourescent cage
Slamming the doors of society
This fucking tomb you’ve buried me in
I swear I’ll break you down
And I know where true happiness is
You think you’ve made a postcard
Of my perfect little life
That you’ve planned so long ago
So I can fit into your walls
That support the word “happy”
Well I have broken from your grasp
Your plastic smile I’ve seen straight through
And if you bring those walls my way
I swear I’ll break them down
It’s beneath it all
I cannot reach
But perhaps this epiphany
This ceaseless scream I’ve sent through bars
Is just an echo of my curse
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