What it means to be human
Mind plagued by demons, thoughts irrational, delusion is my only friend;
What it means to be human, the very essence, totality, the truth is often a bitter pill;
They take for granted happiness, satisfaction...My misery and petty existence is cloaked,
cryptic, the hidden message is often the hardest truth;
But who is to blame, disillusioned like sightseeing through the kaleidoscope of life and death;
This misery, this misery, this misery.......
Like a smoldering fire, ready to ignite without warning;
Antagonised by my own reflection;
Won’t someone hear the call of the desperate man, isolated and lonely like dim stars in a
I dream to be a role model, but my intentions are often expressed by anger;
Picking up pieces of my past, perilous to touch just like shattered glass;
My demons, my demons, my demons.......
Why won’t they just leave me alone?
I want to be normal again, but then again...do I crave something I never was?
Psychosis consumes my very soul, what it means to be human, the very essence, totality......