Personal Uprisings

Hitting the bottle,
Hitting the roach,
Hitting a shallow reef,
which I thought it was the abyss.

Sour taste,
bitter as it goes down.
But it sooths..
Yeah it does

Strange feel,
Clean feel,
Dirty thoughts,

But it relieves,
Relieves the mood.

Freedom,
Freedom in hoping,
that one day I shall be released.

Freedom,
Freedom in my own cell,
Feels like a Stockholm Syndrome,
Feels like I am in love.

In love with an addiction which made a person appreciate free will.
In love with a bubble which made a person appreciate the great outdoors,
In love with a someone which made a person appreciate what it means being on his own.

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Echoes from an old me,
coming from quite far,
from a place where friendship was rare,
but unique.

A place where passion was abundant,
Selfishness was the daily bread,
And foul attitude made the day.

The irony,
The irony of a little thing called life,
and the irony of even smaller things called people.

They slapped me,
They shouted at me,
They ignored me,
They judged me.

They spat anger,
They consumed grudges,
They spoke out passionately,
From their own hidden hearts.

The irony,
of listening to them.
The irony,
when they all fade away,
one by one when you get their lesson.

The irony,
when you find no one who explains you a book,
a book which has been left empty,
leaving only the table of contents visible...
There,
There so I could write a story... following envious guidelines.

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Every day we hear about people dying,
And every day we pity and mourn the fallen.

Yet every day we forget that the true murderers are the ones which
slowly aneasthetize themselves,
poisoning the truth,
the truth according to their perception.

Poisoning it,
with distractions,
with beliefs which are not even theirs.

Poisining oneself,
until the darkness of the blind becomes the sun of the day,
until the silence of the deaf becomes the screaming of noon.

And indeed,
the apathy leading to our own deaths,
does cause,
does bring,
the tears and pain of people from afar.