society's tithe

the blood gushes for a few heart pumps

slowly stopping to a slow trickle

trying to clot itself up for mere survival

survival is on the agenda for the body,not the mind

 

u made it this way

u were too naive,too trusting

they have left u barren and blank

but who's fault is it?

 

it is urs

why did u let them get to u?

they didnt have to,they didnt before

u wanted it,fame glory and Her

 

and  wut have u gotten to show for it?

two deep cuts down ur forearms

u couldnt handle the pressure of popularity

 

u were a novelty to the masses

something,after getting old and raggedy,able to throw away

no regard for the life they have totally screwed up

 

his friends will remember him

if the masses think of him they will remember a mental case