Instruction For The Real WorldTry not to breathe, or they'll tax all your airTry not to think or you'll give them a scareKeep your eyes closed or they'll notice you're thereFollow their rules, and their thoughts, and their prayer.Walk down the street and ignore all the painDon't you dare feel remorse, or pity, or shameDon't think of the millions these people have slainYou just keep in line, stay part of the chain.Keep your mouth closed, don't speak out your mindStay true to the pathway of life you're assignedPretend that you don't have a soul, that you're blindDon't move from your seat, stay at home, stay confined.Wear the right colour, wear a suit, wear a tieWhen told to do something don't you dare question 'Why?'Watch the concrete days, graphite nights roll on byDon't dare make a change, stay in line 'till you die.Don't think of anything, except what you're toldStay grey and pre-formed; don't break from the mould,Pretend you believe that the world's lined with goldForget that your freedom's bee
Inside, OutsideHello. I'm in here; although you cannot hearThe words that I try to project into your atmosphere.Hello. I'm listening; although I cannot showThat every 'kindly' word you speak's another damning blow.Bedtime? Already? It's only half past eight!Oh yes, I'm taking up the time you've scheduled for your break.I know, I'm just another veggie in a chair,But don't you ever look and think, "There's someone inside there"?Hello? I'm lonely. I wish someone could seeThat though I cannot speak or walk, I'm still a human, me.I can't express it when I'm hungry or I'm sadI just want someone to remember I'm not dead, or mad.Good God. You sound like you're talking to a child.I've seen the world through these 'dull' eyes, I won't be patronised.Although, there's nothing I can do, I know that tooAt least I can say to myself, I'm not a bit like you.Hello! I hear you! There is no need to shout!D
PerfectionShe standsUnder bright white,Red-hotAnd beautiful.Lips glisten, sweat and glossAs dead eyes actTo penetrate the watching faces.A silent swish of luxurious fabricA perfectly pressed flowerA dead capsule of beautyIn the eyes of thousandsShe is perfectionShe is desireShe is silent.Prostitution for the masses.
i love youi love younot a capital ifor i am not worthyof such love as yoursi have nothing to offeri have nothing to givei have nothing of worthbut my love for youi lay my hopes and dreams before youwalk slowly and carefullyfor they are held togetherwith nothing but loveforever undying and eternalif you will have itit is yoursi will give my love freely to youif you will receivefor i love you
End Experience… beep… beep… beep…A faint voice. "…heart beat is irregular, sir… there's a chance… not sure if she'll…"A light, I can see a pale light though my eyelids are closed. I try to open them, on failing I begin to panic. I can feel my arms but they will not obey my mind. I know my lungs are filling and emptying, but I can't feel myself breathing. There is a tube down my throat. There's a tube down my throat! It burns, offending my body with its presence. I try to sit up, to scream at the indignity of this foreign intruder, but I don't move an inch, my mouth will not open, my silent vocal chords slapping my confused mind into terror."…quite a shock… unlikely that she'll… ninety miles per hour…"That voice. I don't know that voice. It is a stranger's voice, calm and kindly, though serious. What is he talking about? There is another voice but I cannot mak
HypnosisSpin, spin, flicker lightDrunk on movement, tingleAs the music mingles with her bloodAnd courses through her soul.Breathe, breathe, watching herFeel the motion, trembleAs hypnotic beauty sways and turnsAnd takes over your whole.Shine, shine, glitter eyesSee the passion, shiverAs you fall prey to her lustful danceAnd submit to her control.
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Haha... nerd puns.You know you're nerdy when you get it.