"schitzos" poems
If I was rational
I would not be here
I would be decaying in the ground
Limbs being devoured one by one
That is what I truly crave…
Deep down inside of my so-called existence
My existence has plagued me
And showed me what I am
I cannot decide when I leave
So, to cope in this hell
I convince myself that
I have a friend in the sky
That cares for my soul
As I am incapable
A quick, egotistical thought
Only a fool could believe in
Such benevolence
Up in the dear sky
Innocent infants tortured
“Schitzos” as test subjects
Slavery created by us
But oh, we are so deserving
Look at what you are from
Are you proud?
When the day of judgment comes
Tell me, were you worthy?
But don’t fret
We all did it
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC