Loser

July 8, 2013

Im losing

Losing is easy when losing is what rips me away from the false realities of life

So tangled in the web of organized prosperity

Taxation of hate has increased to a non refundable price that leaves us empty and

worthless to our generation

Deep in my being I feel the invaluable weight of my soul

Never to be replaced or compared to temporary delight

Life is the constant separation of darkness from light

As I Shed the dead skin of fear and embrace the loneliness that births independence

I begin to unravel

Who

When

Why

Am I.

If I deny myself surely I'll taint my spirit

As I lay soliloquies In hopes that you would hear it

And The world denies the extent of your sanity when they fear it

As Questions on my mind drift deeper and deeper

Im Conscious of my surroundings

I've become a light sleeper

Just searching for a purpose losing every step of the way

I arrived at your doorstep in hoping I could stay

Blank stares down the barrel of religion

Time to make the ultimate decision

and sacrifice of time and effort

I lie awake at night,

in a constant fight to overcome my learned behavior

Time passes and wine glasses fill but only to wash down the pill

I'm losing

Losing my grip on reality

Oh what a beautiful fatality

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