They told me I’m in the land of the living,
So why have I never felt less alive?
As if the bugs are already eating my insides.
I’m a rotting corpse,
And they are too afraid to say-
That the society that they made is killing me.
Because what image would that portray?
It would squash the “American Dream”,
And twist it into a nightmarish scream.
But beware,
Because they have no caution signs.
No where does it say;
“Ahead lays all of our lies”.
No, they’ll take you to Hades home;
And they will have the audacity to say,
That you’re in Olympus drinking nectar with the gods of today.
When really, you’re slowly withering away.
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SOCIETY* = THE DISEASE * of DEPENDENCY* - UPON [ THAT ]* PARASITICAL* - IMAGINARY* - YET* - BELIEVED IN ENTITY* - CALLED = ( AUTHORITY )* ! AN ( AUTHORITY )* THAT* is THE SCRIPTOR* of PROPAGANDA* - THAT OWNES* & CONTROLS* - ALL* ( SOCIETY )* : BY WAY of OPPRESSIVE * POWER* = HOPE* & FEAR* ! THE PRESENTED* - THE GIVEN* = ( THE KNOWN )* !
Your way of speech makes me think of researching a topic in databases lol.
AH* - TRANSHUMANISM* - ! [ VIRTUAL REALITY ]* for THE IMAGINARY* - ATTAINMENT* of IMMORTALITY* ! ...
Wow this is creative muse, strong and powerful. I like how you bunched the American Dream with nightmarish scream. Great metaphor crafted as well. Kudos.
Pleez do review/add your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too . I like meeting new poets and their poems.
Thank you! I tried and I’ll check some stuff out!
Powerful write! The dripping of emotion comes forth with your great descriptions like "rotting corpse" and "withering away" Well done!
Thank you so much.
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