Ten thousand tons.

Ten thousand tons.

A Poem by Wraith.

I am injected with information I do not need to know
help, I've reached overload and now my brain has blown
I just want some time to sit and mull over the world
perhaps I could think straight if these social ligatures unfurled 

I am being mentally rammed with ten thousand tons each day!
pumped so full of mindless tripe I don't even know what to say
should I regurgitate the visions I am forced to see 
the advertisements full of falsified humans brimming with glee

Consuming and consumption, bound to the daily grind
I have lost something, I'm afraid it is my mind!
I reject the lobotomy for I did not consent
can I please have back all these vacant slave like hours i have spent

can I cut the cord, I wish to turn all mute
my patiences for these waves of madness has become acute
screeching white noise just fuels my insanity
You could all be robots, I see no humanity 

I see myself flatlining, I wish for peace to come 
my head is full of nonsense and my heart has turned so glum
this brain of mine aches and my potential cut short
I wish I could come back but even that, is just a thought. 

© 2014 Wraith.


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seriously...the way the world is today...i think you are much better off flat lining and not coming back ...the vacancy, the madness might be a blessing..
i like this journey into the craziness the mind can venture into when the world is so maddening.

Posted 10 Years Ago


can I cut the cord, I wish to turn all mute
my patiences for these waves of madness has become acute
screeching white noise just fuels my insanity
You could all be robots, I see no humanity
I love love love this poem and these lines are my favorite. I to find the mundane ritual of every day life simply maddening...but after all we are all just another cog in the murder machine...but no f**k that...and everyone that just goes along with being less than human. Commercials pain pretty pictures of perfect lies that we can not achieve and we allow ourselves to be defeated by this and that is just sick. This poem conveys the insanity of someone who is stuck in the middle of a world that is running on fumes and dying from it own lack of integrity and it something so many people need to hear. Great write!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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