The Sixth Floor

Accuse me at will Tear my insides Douse the fire That fuels my pride I’m still here Whether you like it or not Still standing tall A battle presently being fought Feeling as if Friends turned foe Knowing their thoughts Their final blow Execution awaits There is no hope Metaphorically feeling The noose around my throat Don’t struggle now Stand strong, stand firm For my integrity now Many will learn Corrupt are the peers Only seen through their eyes Accusations of being unfit For the well earned prize Satisfaction never arrives Remaining forever desirous Plagued with insatiable lust Engulfed by this greed like virus Nothing is enough To satisfy the thirst A flawless example Of mankind at its worst Criminate me at your will Make me prisoner to time Tarnish my soul, kill the spirit You’ve been so kind Feeling so far away Oh so out of place Take my feelings, take my suggestions Rip the skin from my face You’ve been so kind To have put me in this living hell Everyone in life I seem to repel My presence not matter I am told now You tell me what I’ve done Feeling herded like a cow Times that we live The times of today Concern of all Based on pay Rip me to shreds Leave no recognition Glance at me or stare In your minds own suspicion Take my love, shred my arms Destroy my scarce trust Pierce my body with daggers Thrust after thrust Leave me in ruins Then let your friends scavenge remains All is so wrong Far past insane A forgotten memory I am no more No recollection The only traces are sores So I wallow In this god forsaken cesspool Made by you, I contemplate Why mankind desire the power to rule You spit in my face Symbolically with your lies Don’t deny it Its in your eyes A disgrace, and an embarrassment Sheer revolt is felt By your presence Your not even worth a blow of the belt May your rot Rot in hell For I am a shadow Can nobody tell?