Diagnosed

Disease of the mind Controlled by another Hated by the higher Loved by the lower. The sicker the better We’re not coherent. The sicker the richer Total opposites. The disease is life itself. Blood sucking hell raisers. The happier we are the worse Then hurt anyone who tells us otherwise. We don’t even know we have it. We are the statistic of dying liabilities The only disease that murders our loved ones Even before ourselves. Selling our souls To a disease torturing us. Yet we torture others for our future expense. SIGN ON THE DOTTED LINE Soaked with blood, sweat and sadness.