Last Breath
Vivid hallucinations of a world gone good
tripping over the stepping stones of where i once stood
virtue and morals exist no more
to be female your marked as a whore
diving head first into a lake of last breath
was it a hell of a life
or a step closer to death
confused ascendants refuse to admit
your like you are because of them
hanging from strands of so-called sanity
repititious pressures of ego and vanity
innocence lost amongst pure irony
its a shame intelligence doesnt come with a warranty
obligated religion teaches to pray
while at the same time denying a race
helpless remorse at the door of death
why not apologize before your last breath
how does it feel to be covered by lies
you spent your whole life in shadowy disguise
just accept what you are, where you've been
maybe next life you wont do it again
you attend churches to seek common piety
is it real truth or only society?
Copyright © Violet See | Year Posted 2008
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