Orions pen

Conform to delusion

Freedom is deluded.

He promised me peace.

Though I’m constantly intruded,

By voices inside of me.

 

Does happiness exist?

Or does she mark my lack of longing?

Well, I wait for my moment of bliss.

Just a brief taste of belonging.

 

To feel what you feel,

And be told it isn’t real.

The awaiting of a seal,

That’ll open once you heal.

 

Bound by my stubbornness.

Bound by my negligence.

Liberate my incompetence.

Surround me by my selflessness.