
All these philosophical incisions
Can’t inspire a decision
11 PM with momos & friends,
They try to lend me their perception
They fire at me in attempt of interception
But I’m dead to words, my ink blots
In viscosity, I am lost
Lost to the battle, to will & hope
My palms burnt in from the rope (I try to climb)
The news blares about massacre & loss
While I toss insomnious on my cross.
How much of a tragedy does it take to wake you up?
How many veiled cadavers will get them to stop?
The economic meltdown,
The terrorists’ happy hunting ground
In so much loss, what can be found?
Dumbfounded, clowned & earthbound

They tell me none of this is real, its a gag-reel-
Our blood will congeal from this ordeal-
It’s all about the perfect score,
But if life is an illusion, what are we fighting for?
Grades, money and human rights?
I have devalued this life of strife
Yet I’m still caught up in the game,
Its a gamble to stay the same, to remain sane
The only solution left
Is having someone to blame.
The sky is bleeding,
The sun is setting.
The waters are too murky for reflection
I stand frozen, watching myself from the outside,
Too much chaos within to let my soul reside.
I’m tongue-tied and horrified.
My Jekyll & Hyde
Caught in a murderous riptide.
Do you know whose side you’re on?
Are you the King or just his pawn?
Check mate, it’s fate
And I’m already gone.
Dont be afraid to be weak
Dont be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence !!
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