A sick feeling sweat
Fills my brow.
My heart races.
But why do I carry out with warily expressions?
These streets. I'm familiar with them.
I have been graced by their direction all my life.
Eccentric. This feeling of paranoia.
The idea of beasts are all I see in human's skin.
Constantly shaking it off my shoulder,
Ready it comes to sit back down; my fear.
A maddening feeling,
The hands, I feel their grip tighten on the back,
Of my neck!
What is happening? what. is. going on.?
My eyes opened to see their vicious grins,
Malicious ideas gained through insanities reign.
The flesh burning sting of acid rain...
pollution runs through the air, as it runs deep in their mind
Idealism has ruined individuality. Surrounded. I am surrounded,
By desperate clones. I am alone. I am alone.
I. am. alone.
Love has left this world.
Madness has returned.
Filled those hearts with anger.
Money is all they have in their wallets
Greed has returned.
Rapture has died.
Happiness is a thing of the past.
Diversity is a sin.
Hidden behind fake smiles,
And beautiful skin....
Why have my eyes been closed for so long?
I see my blood shed in the puddle,
In this unfamiliar street I lived all my life.
I am defeated my legs aren't strong enough for these hurdles,
Especially in such a mad, mad world.
now I say goodbye....to the world I thought I lived