Awareness of Self
Continuum of my persuaded hate
Is this emptiness what it means,
Fully filled, predator of caffeine and glyphosate
The poison is for me, in my water and beans
What doesn't kill me makes me wish it did
Ideation of true peace, God fucking forbid
Don't think to much, drink too much
I might have ideas and such..
But I don't really want them at all
I thought otherwise aeons ago
They just come to me uncalled
Some cliche that I don't know
They poison my head, embedd it with thoughts
I'm coerced into thinking, which I'd rather not
Freethinkers are dangerous,
and of that I'm aware
And if it happened, an idea spawns
Dear lord that's quite a scare 😱
I know the circles my mind likes to spin
When caught up in thinking, or lost in thought from within..
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