Anti Scocilized

. and the pain and suffering begins, as i type away with my spirersilk fingers, nothing makes any sence, do you understand this world, im freezing, sleeping though my eyes are flickering across the channels of space, do you see me and my screams are just purple echos, like grape soda spilled across the air, unable to breath when no one is here, alone though im in a crowd, crowned by these thorns, im not your lord, im just a girl like appaloosa, screaming in all sence of the word. screaming and i laugh because my attempts are whispers in this world. where is my steed that will bring me away, carry me to where i can feel free and there is no night and day, the sun is a grape in the sky, and it lies, saying all with be okay, it lies, and the moon is a silver spoon cussing out words, spelling them one at a time, two halfs good and bad, light and dark, wheres the ark that was meant to carry all into the good world, did i miss the ride? -sigh- -laugh- hahaha dont you just want to die!? i see happieness is just a slip away but the steel is door, the door is steel and its unable to move for me or you. just as my teacher said we cannot beat the system. what system is he talking about. druggie. the pain likes to soffocate me, making it irresistably hard to try to breath, and though i may not breath i find one thing to be true, falling into place to be true. im a zombie. walkign the halls are zombies. of all differnet kinds. scocilized.