To drown in a sea
Of little people
Who are not aware of me
To cut with the knife society gives
To live a life many others have lived
When the brain thinks thoughts
Neither native, but bought
And then,
Lungs fill with a foreign fluid
My very life essence pouring out
Drowning in the thoughts of others
and suffocating from their pressure
Society makes the world but kills the individual
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
My suicide
in
slow
motion.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
To drown in a sea
Of little people
Who are not aware of me
To cut with the knife society gives
To live a life many others have lived
When the brain thinks thoughts
Neither native, but bought
And then,
Lungs fill with a foreign fluid
My very life essence pouring out
Drowning in the thoughts of others
and suffocating from their pressure
Society makes the world but kills the individual
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
My suicide
in
slow
motion.