I'm Broken!

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones 
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, 
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? 

Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won. 
Such values you taught your son. That's how. 

Look at me now. I'm broken. 
Inherit my life. 

One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed 
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every 
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled 
Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost 
Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That's how 

Look at you now. You're broken 
Inherit your life.

~drag back to reality~

What's that drag? (no aerodynamics here).. It's my relapse. It's my walk, walk into super-consciousness.. To truth? nahh.. Truth is still very far from here. It is my drag to present. No matter how much I try, the damn sKag still tempts me. Questions of when, where, should, would. What next? Why? I await all the answers. Peace for my mind. It's like football where everyone runs after that same damn ball, my mind never stops yearning for immortality. Still its not the undying that I desire, its the spirit. How I wish a shrink would read everything above and tell me what I need and what is wrong with me. 
How I wish I still had some of the diesel with with me. The high ride I still remember and miss. My ticket away from the stupid puppet show that is inside of my head. My ticket to the hopeless suspended animation. 

Chop your breakfast on a mirror....
Master of Puppets - hear me scream !

freedom

Strings bind me, only music can set me free.

Canvas binds me, only colours can set me free.

Words bind me, only thoughts can set me free.

Only through closed eyes I can see, 'coz THIS WORLD blinds me.

Freedom. To get freedom, I have to become a rebel, not a rebel; a radical, a heresy. I'll have to fight everything I've ever known. I have to fight tradition, break off of society 'coz they're prisons designed to suffocate me from my freedom. Every custom in our tradition leads us further from the truth. Everything I've been taught since I was a kid keeps me further away from freedom. Teachers who told me what to think and what to see were my enemies who took my freedom. Relations, responsibilities, commitments keep pulling me away from freedom. Who is supposed to have the carte blanche for my life? Not me? Do you have freedom? Democracy? What a joke. Freedom can't be political. It is philosophical, it is spiritual. Freedom is divine. Freedom is not racial, it is not sexual. Freedom is not even human. Even my dog deserves her freedom! Freedom is celestial, it is cosmic.

Freedom is only what we've heard it is. Freedom is only what we know we've been needing to feel. Freedom is something we can never have nor see nor feel! Freedom is instantaneous, 'coz we touch death at the moment we're free...................