Found this in my desk
I wrote this last quarter one day. It's a little different from stuff I normally write (at least the second part). Think spoken word.
This is madness
slowly seeping from my pores
Inside crawling, expanding
Exploding outward in a rain
Of white and distorted feelings
This is depression
silently slipping between the dark places
Cracks invisible, expanding
Logic cannot contain the spectacle
Of my sobbing black abyss
This is exhaustion
relentlessly ripping my tired eyelids closed
Eyes blinded, exhaling
More in hopes of falling into infinite sleep
Than out of any biological need
This is surrender
To the forces that may be
Whatever that may mean to you, to me it means
All-controlling, relentless, malignantly
Fashioning cuffs of small font text and words
Unspoken but heard,
Pain which their lies incur,
Truth which they tell you ensure
A life of liberty, happiness, and wealth
But mostly wealth, they say it brings the other two
I'm free when I am richer than you
Happiness is living in a bigger house than you
And the few who have have not a clue to the masses
of underclass, under-paid, under-rated people living
in fear of what tomorrow will bring
Will it bring food for me?
How bout food for my kids, whose lives just got started
and already they're bartered for
A couple of stamps
Our great government provides
And lies and says,
"This is enough,
Times are rough,
Life is tough," they don't give a fuck
Whether you got a job
Or got the skills for enough pay to pay the bills
Or that you'd kill for what I have right now - A chance
One shot, one knock at a better lot
So to dot my i's and cross my t's
I say please don't take this life for granted,
Granted you've got what I've got -
Life, freedom, and the possibility limited only
By your choices, your decisions -
To decide to just ride along or take the wheel,
and feel every moment of this short time we all have together on this earth.
This is madness
slowly seeping from my pores
Inside crawling, expanding
Exploding outward in a rain
Of white and distorted feelings
This is depression
silently slipping between the dark places
Cracks invisible, expanding
Logic cannot contain the spectacle
Of my sobbing black abyss
This is exhaustion
relentlessly ripping my tired eyelids closed
Eyes blinded, exhaling
More in hopes of falling into infinite sleep
Than out of any biological need
This is surrender
To the forces that may be
Whatever that may mean to you, to me it means
All-controlling, relentless, malignantly
Fashioning cuffs of small font text and words
Unspoken but heard,
Pain which their lies incur,
Truth which they tell you ensure
A life of liberty, happiness, and wealth
But mostly wealth, they say it brings the other two
I'm free when I am richer than you
Happiness is living in a bigger house than you
And the few who have have not a clue to the masses
of underclass, under-paid, under-rated people living
in fear of what tomorrow will bring
Will it bring food for me?
How bout food for my kids, whose lives just got started
and already they're bartered for
A couple of stamps
Our great government provides
And lies and says,
"This is enough,
Times are rough,
Life is tough," they don't give a fuck
Whether you got a job
Or got the skills for enough pay to pay the bills
Or that you'd kill for what I have right now - A chance
One shot, one knock at a better lot
So to dot my i's and cross my t's
I say please don't take this life for granted,
Granted you've got what I've got -
Life, freedom, and the possibility limited only
By your choices, your decisions -
To decide to just ride along or take the wheel,
and feel every moment of this short time we all have together on this earth.