Stockholm Syndrome

There’s violence and evil in your eyes, And I will always fall victim to them. Seventy million little fibs and stories, Manufactured to make you operate. There is a cold-hearted devil inside, And he’s become my new best friend. Mail mom a letter urging not to worry, Things will never get better anyway. Kind words […]

Meaning Of Life

I’m staring out of my window, Another bright and sunny day, The sun symbolizes some hope, I’d rather see it rain anyway. The children play in the street, I note their every move in envy, What I’d give to be that naive, What I’d give to be that free. They look for shapes in the […]