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Jaz Dec 2013
We're the lost souls roaming in this
Seemingly free world.

The fences are set so wide,
The boundaries so far,
If you walked forever,
You still probably don't see those tall fences
Looming over your heads.

The roofs have been painted
To look like the sky,
And the depths of the sea
Merely the bottom of the tank.
The horizon is just another painted mirage

But you.

I question why you ever existed.
Jaz Dec 2013
Oh don't bother,
Cos there was never any holiday to
Enjoy.
Jaz Dec 2013
I'm so sorry I can't help you,
Pretty much because I can't even help
Myself.
Jaz Dec 2013
You were supposed to be normal.
You were supposed to be okay.
You were supposed to be fine.

You weren't supposed to have
All this ****.

They say Life always balances it off:
You take something somewhere,
You give it to another.

I was supposed to be the only
******* crazy one.

You weren't supposed to be hurt.
You weren't supposed to be anxious.
You weren't supposed to be suffering.

You were supposed to be
Happier.
I didn't think there would be so much unhappiness in this world.
I thought if I took it all, maybe you'd be freed from it.
Jaz Dec 2013
Sometimes, I swear,
I can see the walls breathing,
Pulsing as I take every step.
I don't know if I'm dizzy anymore
Or just

******* crazy.
Jaz Dec 2013
Sometimes I wonder if what I need
Are pills or priest?

Psychology says it's just the wiring,
The brain all jumbled up:
Too much serotonin and too little endorphins.
Just another mental disorder on that long checklist,
Wait to be diagnosed or prepare a room in the asylum.

But fret not, it can be fixed with a little pill or two.
It will place you up on cloud nine.
It will cast away all those little incessant worries.

It will cure you.

Theology says it's all those ****** demons,
Just a night terror where those beasts come and
Haunt you day after day,
They attack your mind and believe me
Are they out to get your faith, to get your soul.

But fret not, it can be fixed with a little prayer or two.
The priest could just come in and do a little
Exorcism and you'd do just fine.

It will save you.

Sometimes I wonder if what I need
Are pills or priest?
One is too expensive, and the other just plain scary.
Jaz Dec 2013
Fire stains the night an orange hue,
The flames licking at the metal cages,
Burn. Destroy. Corrupt.
The light penetrates the windows to my room,
Arouses this long awake corpse,
Intrigues whats left of this shattered soul.
It draws me towards it, the blazing inferno calls:
*"Closer, closer, closer..."
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