de-detox

if frustration had a form
it would be called Me

if supression cound bind
it would bind me

of all the things i would weep for
i would weep for my soul the most

the end of the dream

life is so mystical
an endless meaningless cycle
6 weeks of term have passed and i am still in a dream
a stupor of ideals which will never be fufilled
it's hard growing up
it's hard living

if only if only if only
seems to ring endlessly
my beloved angel
has pushed me down to hell
the only school bell i hear
is that of a bellowing knell

it's hard living a proper life
one which is free from sin
i guess we are all evil within

it's time to wake up
smell the corpses
of those which i have so lovingly
neglected.
many deeds have i to accomplish
many dreams to brush aside
no longer will i hide

the end of my waking dream is nearing
it's time to wake up....johnny