...need...psycholeptics...now!..

A sincere blood is tickling my chest..
Wait! Wasn't this supposed to be inside my body?
How did I die? What happened to me? Why?

A voice says, self submission..

Everything becomes clear..
As clear as it was before..
So densely lost in fog that I cannot see the future...

This tune of discordance, can you feel it?
Can you hear it taking over you, crawling through your senses
Dominating all your feelings like an addiction?
Can you hear the melody of your fall
The beat that brings you flat on the floor?

Envision a brighter future, the voice says from nowhere
Because we choose to ignore it
Because it is an irrevelant fact to the real truth..
How can we dream of colorful days when the past is just not there?
How are we supposed to live better lives
When all we do is duties and not stuff that we love
How can happiness surround us when our life is caged
In a stupid cause called fate, the simplest form of obedience?
We will die.. We will think we were proud of our lives..
But at what cost? What have we become?
What has this world made of us? The world created by humans
The world once belonged to nature, and was pure and simple..
Now complications make OUR LIFE simple.. and tasteless..
All the fake joy we have in everything.. So not there...

Human didn't need gunpowder to kill itself...
Human created gunpowder to save itself..
All the stuff we created to defend ourselves..
Now a suicide is a residual escape portal...
Maybe painful, but sudden..

Who are we to blame for ending our lives so soon
Without even knowing the philosophy behind living?
Is that why there are freedom fighters?
Hidden rebels against a populative system...
Is it that foul smell that awakens some from their oblivious sleep?

You don't own this life.. You never will.. As long as bound by the rules..
You will always feel the burden on your chest
But will never be able to name it...
That's why you have to live through..

Here, your daily dose of psycholeptics..
Enjoy your lies...