“INVISIBLE DEMONS” 16 Jan 02
One day we’ll look back on this
from the land of plenty
but we can’t smile whilst
our mouths are empty
if things were different
I’d still feel this way
but at least I’d know
things could change
if things stayed
if we were locked inside this cage
I’d still feel this way
and I know that would always remain
without joy, sadness, or emotion
my soul frozen cold
at the bottom of an ocean
flat packed and useless
castrated without a caress
and paying for the privilege
an isolated millionaire fights
loneliness and invisible demons
a rock star looks down on mankind
as if they were heathens
material comforts
cannot buy away feelings
capitalism is empty
and all things need to be healed
living a lie
and I can’t see it from the inside
I should be a novelist
or an undercover spy
coming home to anyone but you
just isn’t right
coming home to anyone at all
just isn’t right
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