Anatomy of Life
The sweet smelling scent of your hair,
How I wish I'd sense such ebullience,
Drunken beauty of love so fair,
With such weapons, I'll never be blessed,
Fluorescent hearts surround me everyday,
One day, I'll caress one that's human,
Like robots in a factory, people mate,
Exclaiming they're superior, and that they're human
When did love become materialistic?
Enough to shadow its brilliant peak?
I can't respond, but I'm realistic,
Love is a market that people seek,
When did life become slavery?
Born to work, and work to die?
With sufficient doses of fake bravery,
You'll stay a slave who works to deny,
Human blood is filled with decapitated dissonance,
From the tears of comformity, now I'm cloyed,
I'm not beautiful, I'm not powered with the tool of malevolence,
From which acceptance is driven, as a pleasure toy,
While people laugh fear off with a festoon of evil,
I decide not to, for I offer the shadow of empathy,
Ones that wish to use it can't, as they've become sterile,
Society has fed them beliefs that their history was carefree,
The cage that I sleep in is filled with opaque fear,
The screams are unheard, but exist in me,
The demon in here is asleep, but awakening and very near,
Escapes are bleak, but the one choice is that sea,
It's an escape from the wonderful future,
So jaded and obsolete,
It's the re-birth of love and culture,
So rich and discreet