The American Dream

Why am I infatuated with death If my heart is still pumping Why dose it feel so real if I am still dreaming My whole sight of reality changing The only decision I have to make is that is it for the better To right wrongs that were meant to stay left Behind in the scrambled up lies that I call the past Trying to keep them inside Only time they come out is when I weep in the silent corners of the universe Because I am cursed to be miserable For the rest of my forbidden year So if you see a tear while a smile lies on my face Don't be discourage to say "hello" or "what is wrong" But do not think I am a demon When the words smothered with blood spill out my mouth And bled a whole in to your brain And make you question everything you think is sane and real Have your mind spinning around in circles until You through up the truth Because the truth is sickening But everyone claim they are in titled to hear it No, Because some can not handle the reason why good hearted people turn dark Why a child screams for help but still remain helpless In a room surrounded by people Why people judge when they are one in the same why people laugh at others pain And people like me laugh at pain Because it brings them laughter for other to think that they can in flick such thing When pain is their only feeling/emotion Why the sane are call crazy and the crazy are call sane how this is just a game It is a gamble And there people are being picked of every second that you breathe Because people are to anti truth and to got damn weak Because they settle for lies because it is easier to face and they refuse to believe that the truth will set you free Because it will releases you from this messed up fantasy and then you will be able to really pursue the pursuit happiness without it falling into bits and pieces By the lies that you were forced to believe by the pretends or believer that made you believe in this thing that we learned to call the American Dream