Black Sheep Mentality

Miscalculations and moments of self-assertion These mistakes, I wish I learned the first time Abating in my conceit with obvious wounds to show A battered and bitter human but less off a being Inward and beyond, a lack of will rest in the void No righteous fury to arise and truly feel alive Inward and beyond, I am not whole- Trace back the symptomatic scares They tell the tale of a troubled trance Docile to my own demise But now, with audacious hands over my eyes I let the darkness inspire A sight for all sore eyes exposed to artificial light Forced immolation, polish the blemishes that tarnish me until I dissipate in my search for divination I watch the days pass by through transparent walls It eats away at me to stand so still, we must dispel the benevolent ideas of boredom You are the journey; failing to experience yourself Sedated by the government; our attention distracted A second hand reality priced, contorted, recycled