We know this isn't good for us
This rinse and repeat
Rut **** of a life
Yet here we are
Marching
In this clone army
Brains exposed
Bathing in acid
Killing ourselves
Slowly
Not too fast
Hate to cut this misery short
God forbid we follow the exit signs
Carved into our souls

Slipping slowly into insanity
She smiles knowing she has found
Her home deep inside
The darkest corners of her mind

We are much too young
To worry this much
About life
All that we have to offer
We carry around
In a suitcase
The size of a plum
Yet we worry
We will never be
Good enough
For them
The Gods who control us
Puppeteers in balcony seats
We are just passengers
In this brief carasoul
Of a lifetime

Don’t take me
I beg of you
Fingers bleeding
Soul screaming
Heart racing
I refuse
To be dragged
Into the pile of rotting flesh
Where innocent souls
Go to die