Hostage

Every time I get here; it's about the same time I remember why I left Knowing not why it is I cannot stop the real that is in my head Keep on going while smoldering all the while Choking on my own waste, The waste devours the larger portion of the divided consciousness That awaits me and my demise Being a terrorist to many times to my own space That has been handed to me without explanation Not one to judge the path of vacation or evictions Giving in the course of the unseen wrong doing Known as decisions It is easy to premeditate oncoming obstacles It is the improv that brings out the uncontrollable rage That lives within every living hostage Not knowing how to maintain the knowledge The overwhelming sensation of helplessness that just feels right Being numb follows the real weakness that will surpass the adventure or Perhaps devour the innards of it's subjects In the end some will find the beginning It has been the experience of the story I have played a role in All of my hollowness is directly linked to my beginnings Living as if there were no eyes in my cranium No pitiful days have I consumed In the part of this darkness That I have not brought upon myself Having shaved my head forever It is in sequence with the tattooing of my limbs The whole one chooses is made up of a reality I have never thought it would have such a grip around my human weakness The mind game of my experience has been up and down The top that has yet to be discovered Shame is not part of my rules In the devoted pursuit of waving my emotions and aggressions At the scared motherfuckers The emotions crammed down so far that they may never be released But pressed into someones face in such a way that it cannot be wrong Head first into the reality that is fear Hardships and hopelessness Are inspirations and releases most of the hatred that has always been down in the esteemed category But through my punishment to my throat Dispenses is all I have to offer my fellow hostages In this land of optimistic greed and control, money hungry, blood sucking , Mongrels that don't even have a clue as to what is going on in this fake, fucking world. We are bound to be hostages until we finally run out of natural resources That control those who give as the lie to us Little do they know that there are more of us than there are of them When I find my purpose in this existence The will be shown about the real shit The scores of shit that has been hidden from most willing hostages Buying into the script handed down, it is time to let them stand on their head just to smile Vent your frustrations in a way that the hijackers cannot repress it through sounds and screams Of true feelings.