A creation of sudden distortion
Willing two wholes to speak
Trying each other
Alone without compromise or recognition.
I am a child of possession
Born of plastic and rubber
Forced into the world of merchandise
But never of natural becoming.
Left alone on the bleeding streets of society
Where the birth of a child results in a motherís condemnation
To fend for oneself
As the paradox reaches itís height.
The doe in her patent leather stares the hunter in the eye
She takes the bait and limps along
Seen as lovely, wide eyed, and soft
And not missed by the rest.
Where madness enchants a Hell becoming
The likeness of a broken heart excites the blade
With his music screeching in their ears
And they donít even realize heís gone.
Never to see, nor to remember the hardship of the world
She weaves back and forth, solitary
Her arms bound tight, with lips pulled shut
For a crime she couldn't control.
Playing the chords of the human conundrum
Always wanting to be free and fly away
Trapped within ourselves
We ourselves created society.
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