candy coated
sick corroded world
when all the lies told become unfurled
i want to vomit on the nameless, faceless
that left me so unsure,
insecure
now crushed beneath the pressure of insanity
this hollow pearl that was given me
leaves distorted
a vision once so clean
of how this life could be
" fuck you, a marvelous creation of god you are not'
these voices haunt me
"i will call in the powers that be and you will rot"
i've been feeling sickly
no, it can't be
i think, i see.
i feel, i smell, i taste.
i can't be
just a smear in time and space
what are we
this plague, this human race
born in a dream?
just a figment...
a stream of memories?
an idea,
forgotten or replaced?
wet machines
built to entertain.
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