lace corset poem
My breath leaves me; it is an absence to my soul,
The sudden winded feeling, Doubled-over in thought,
My corset is containing, so restraining,
Holds me back with silk ribbons, Tied tightly with insanity,
The perfection is non-existent, only portrayed though a dusty mirror which will be the mirror of my self,
Of my mind; my soul.
Can you feel the boundaries? They are around you every day, they surround you,
They have bound you, They drown you…
I feel them more than ever, they hold me down,
The simple stutter of my heartbeat is a slap from the ground,
Burning my lips with the whisper of un-welcoming words,
Standing against the darkness is so absurd,
Shadows watch me, they laugh from the corners within,
They doubt my rivalry, doubt I shall ever successfully win,
Fabric flows, Ribbons loosen, I take a risky dive,
A quick inhale is allowed, just enough to keep me alive,
Barely enough to keep me afloat,
Oxygen is a rare necessity much needed,
No, not the air of the earth,
Nor the air of the atoms,
I’m talking about the air of rebirth,
The air of freedom,
Every hour a whisper is heard,
A simple sign from the universe, but not in words,
Lately, the only art form I know is depression,
And the only thing my heart can feel is compression,
Compression from the pressure of my heaviest emotions,
It’s like the world spins by causing so much commotion,
The reflection I see is some corpse fulfilling the same routine, the only thing I know…
Is it safer to stay in this perfect black circle where my constant beat remains on repeat?
Or do you think I should try to step outside of the only thing I can fall back into,
The only thing that will catch me,
The only thing I know now is love,
Baby, you were like a wake-up call sent from above,
I listened to the moral of every romantic tale,
Still, I don’t understand how people can let their hearts go stale,
Is there such a thing as compassion without lust?
Cause lately I feel like the world’s getting the best of us,
So note to self: stay strong,
Make your own fucking rules,
Stop living everyday the same,
it’s not your closest peers who need to be blamed,
Fuck all the suits and fuck all the ties,
It’s all a disguise, a lie, Come on you guys…
I’m the mother-fucking Lorax and I speak for the trees,
You can get mad at this vulgarity but it’s not you I’m trying to please,
Constant deception shines in the governments eyes,
As they try to correct the perfection of imperfection,
Can’t you see it’s making our culture quickly die?
Turns out when I wake up, everything good was a dream,
Turns out when I fall asleep; That’s when the twisted people in this world begin to scheme,
I guess to be honest I’m able to keep my words flowing better if I’m not sober,
Sad as it is, I guess my brains a little fucked over,
But hey, who’s isn’t, and I think I speak for today’s youth,
When I say the magic in mushrooms really do show you the truth,
Deep behind the curtain, shit goes down,
We can’t do anything about it if intelligence isn’t around,
So have another stem, roll another one up,
Let’s move to the rhythm of the universe because the beat of the world is so fucked up,
350 is a magic number, just not 350 degrees,
We all know the shit coming from your hummer can do what it may please,
Turn your engine off, step outside with me,
Do you like what you see?
Yeah?
Look closer, how about now?
We’re teaching our children that ignorance is key,
And their innocent souls believe us; if only they could see,
The people of this world, although some of them are dope,
The others are more sadistic, and Mother Nature tries to cope,
I’m the fuckin’ Botanical Princess, and yeah, my mind is altered,
But it’s really starting to show me, how reality has faltered,
So when the silence isn’t quiet anymore, and my words echo in your head,
You’ll realize whose fault it was, that we’re all almost dead.