Life Behind Masks Daily dosage, Three or more times a day, Take this tablet per day, In every morning of the day, Every midday of that day, And every night of the same day, The more you take it in these days, The better the day. Daily dosage, Ive stuffed it all in per days, As prescribed by my idolized preface, Of believes on hunches in vain, Following orders every single day, Living and giving my life away, Caging myself in this foam all day, Foam of muskets. Daily dosage, I became, Addicted to you like cocaine, My cravings for you are just turning out to be outrage, That I just can not help it but dosage, Myself with at least one pill per day, In the morning of a day, Midday of that day, And night of that same exact day. Every corner I take I pause, Like a lost bet during midday, Looked and overlooked myself for days, Spoke and over-spoke with myself that day, Then compared this single unit I am, With these enormous units on my way, Breathed deep and deeper in many ways, That made me numb with myself all day. Daily dosage, Take one tablet a day, At least three or more times in every day, The more you take it the better the day. The prescription prevailed, That if I skip Ill be detained, In a trial and jailed, Appealing verdicts constantly but will never outweigh, The fact that Ive done an outrageous breakage, The evicts for details, Of nothing but sanction in a form of jail, In masturbation of the drained, Thoughts and worries inflamed, Deep inside the holes of deflate. Mayday, mayday, mayday 6 to 5 I deflate, Like a flat tire I invade, All rainbow curved emotions I displaced, Just to fit in jars of this lake, Flowing with so much characters in this race, Placed and patched with so much more gallons of this face, I wear and take off every now and then on my face! My face, my face, my face The only place thats misplaced, Dispatched and disgraced, Bruised and degraded, With so much holes I cant even face, Nor replace, Holes of hog-tied, shame and this face, That conveys insane, Though I am sane. But wholl retain? That melody of me being indeed sane, Not insane, For I just live in chains, With master locks of this shame, I feel inside in these days, Deep down in soft backed caves. But why cant I enslave, To live by the orders of this face, Accepted and digested for being this slave, That lives each day, Not faking or just living on April Fools Day, Fooling people all for days, For by my calendars it is a mandatory placed, Right on top the first task is to fake, Faces even when I dont really feel like to misplace, My bruised and troubled face, Thats hidden behind these slave, That made my entire epoch named, behind this slavery of fake, A Life Behind Masks! Not that I didnt try but I have refrained, From wearing masks but I over trained, Myself to put on masks all to fit in, The society with no vase, That holds on a stigma of whats on date, Entrenched on a thought of change, That if I leave masks then Im in vane, Rotating in minds just be exhaled, Vomited and forgotten for all days, But Im tired of living fake, Eating cakes of flames, That burn me from deep inside this face, I hide in this world of life, Life behinds masks, That costs me my entire being, Leaving holes on my pockets that cant be misplaced, Nor be replaced! Life Behind Masks Life Behind Masks Willie M. Rapholo
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 20:28:27 +0000
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