It’s business
This pain against you
Ensnared in the Dream, no one
Can rescue you
The end is near
And so very far away
With every day you age
You get younger
Dumber
Lifeless as a pen on a shelf
Waiting to be made into the abstract
Motionless inside half beating heart
Comatose
Living and dying you are
In the vein of their gravity
No escape, not without the cry of blasphemy
“How dare you betray us”
“Do you think we’re really that bad?”
You deserve what you did, don’t you?
Spoiled little brat
Life can be a pain in the ass
But we’ve all got our paths
So stop complaining
They’re your parents after all
They know what they’re doing