Contents of a Truly Messed-up Mind
I walked up to my car, opened the door,
Recoiled in horror when I witnessed a corpse
Drenched in blood, sweat, and disgusting odor
With eyes wide open, gazing through my soul.
PTSD it gifted me, how thankful I am!
Their trivial eye contacts, now gunshot blam.
Surviving this wasn't my only trophy;
Unwelcome stares, people nosy.
Oh yes, I failed my semester exams.
Relish in eyes, hollow consolations.
A walk I remember; my walk home,
Home shall I call it? Or a mere station?
A station that is darkness and misery,
Fair share of glamour, glittering money.
Huge mills yet sleeping pills - strange irony,
Fake lashes yet caging sashes of weird authority.
A step outside is a bewildering world
Undaunted by morality; concepts whirled,
Subjected to the reign of nudity.
No, don’t object - today man is free!
Enchantment follows delusion, delusion follows fantasy,
Fantasy rides on the saddle of the whimsy.
Reins unbound, directions unsound;
Against your illusions, you fall flat on the ground.
I oppose the idea of freedom now.
To freedom of expression, masses bow.
Absolute freedom is no freedom at all.
Hear! The stark reality of the modern-day call!
Yes, now they call me a psycho case.
My opinions are different, no expressive freedom in my case.
I'm drowning now into an endless void,
Void like your freedom - a bloody carcass.
