I'm so psychotic,
in my pitiful insanity.
So patriotic,
and departed from reality.
I feel so alone,
but looking into the mirror I see a clone.
My reflection is an alive drone,
now I know I'm not alone.
It talks to me,
and I talk back.
It's all I have and see,
real friends is what I lack.
I want to be apart of reality,
a dream coursing through my veins.
I want to be associated with humanity,
and have it eat away my pains.
I can't let go of my fears,
and all those agonizing years.
I can't wipe my tears,
but I can pull the trigger.
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