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[title] => This World is Lie Meant to Choke You
[time] => 2006-03-17 17:50:28
[hometext] => I thought this one was very ironic.
[bodytext] =>  Simple is this, just on instinct in you. Breathing and dying, in time for the burial. Caskets are worshiped like the shrines inside you. Gods, invisible, control what you do. Seducing and calling; freeing the dark inside you. Drawing and bleeding the cuts on you. Designs meant for another life you’ve lived. Drowning in ancient sins… How can you deny this? Shooting blindly, through the haze of drugs the doctors gave you. Masking the hatred you feel deep inside you. Drinking to numb it; this lie you’re living. That’s all you are when you confess your sins. Stabbing away the masses with your eyes. You’re alone except for the emptiness inside. From happy childhood, to hormonal adolescence; now you’re hiding behind adulthood. This life is a burden; you’re back is bowing under the pressure. Your bones feel brittle, now the morgue has a temper. Embalmment, you fear it…death coming straight at you. You dodge it with medication and thousand years in a hospital. You worship at the feet of an arrogant priest who condemns you and starts to kill you with incoherent babble. You know you’re a sinner now…with pills and a no memory. The doctor tells you, you don’t have long to live, gives you a prescription to ease the pain of death. But this new pill is too hard to swallow. You coke until everything goes dark. Your body, hauled away from all gawking neighbors to the morgue where they say you choked on water. But inside you know the truth is far from that. You died in a lie the world created for you. How can you deny this? So now they lay you next to the bones of thousand innocents. No one really knows, they shake their heads sadly. No ones there to defend you. You’re dead, that’s it, choked away by a pill meant to save you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 74 [informant] => MG_Akela22090 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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