Not Our Own

This life we lead is not our own

are we really all alone?

Caged inside like some mad beast

Is that how we all feast?

Sucking to the hope of the past like a leach

a parasitic pleasure,

whats the obscure mesaure

that hollow sliver

Crawling under your skin

changing all that you are within

the musty smell of death is near

we are all fictitious characters

in this horrid nightmare of life

causing madness, causing death and causing strife

causing people to only be strong enough to drink their pain away night after night

causing people to run into the darkness with a knife.

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