My beloved friend

Swiftly falling through my thoughts, I look at myself projected onto my ceiling, looking down at me, on me...
Like some American Beauty dream.
Eyes constantly welled from the pain of my defeat- I scream inside, but my outside remains cold and numb, a cannabinoid haze i cannot escape from.
Fear for a fuck,
As I scape together my last few bucks for a packet of cheap cigarettes that taste like no regrets, nothing in life is relative with always reforming medicines for different things.

The last half turned up short, a movement we must abort, for the hearts that have been lost that were not repaid the cost of therapy, that they would need after trying to apply their cunted techniques that left them cut open,
Eyes blind to careless lies that they weren't owing,
But they were working so quick and so fast that nothing they did would stick or last.
To become unstuck, removed or reprimanded was all from the drugs that they commanded from the slums of this city...
But I don't pity what you don't pity.

So let us pay our last respects to those stupid kids in their stupid dress that lost everything by trying to prove they could fuck the system and keep enternal youth.
Hear the words and seek the truth.
Allow the proof to put them on the stand and demand their rights that they sacrificed the second they let the voices win, to set in suffering for the rest of their lives, rip their chances of children, husbands and wives...

The bleaker future is on the rise through a new generation, but it's okay because we're not worth the saving.
Freedoms sacrificed through political avarice,
fuck this life and your life in strife when any old power hungry cop can approach me and say: 'Stop right there, nice bag- whatchya got in there? See now kiddy I'm gonna take a look and write you up a ticket from my little fuck-off book, take your moeny and your good times cause your sacrifice says that this weed is mine...'

So take a bigger look at this picture and realise the fight that we took on has already been won by our enemies,
That circle us like starving wolves and drop us to our knees.
Like flies to the swatter, we have been caged and suck in a media controlled fodder, where what we need and what we want are just a few seconds away with 12 months interest, no more to repay!
- But you do pay, with added interest as the debt begins to slowly infest your minimum wage lifestyle,
Feeding you the ugly face of a 40 year old rapist, on the tv trying to sell me life insutance instead of saving for an educational degree...

To waste life on this shit is a fickle thing, but never forget the power you gain by questioning theser things.
They want us all to agree, these domesticated, placated zombies that continue generating power, when our viral race simply sucks away at everything that was ever sacred,
And I can't take it...

But don't worry my beloved friend we will not be suffering in the end, cause the darkest of horizons is moments away, and the fine line between life and death is as simple as you and I removing eachother's breath.