Set Up

Inner thoughts, pretty deep. My beliefs, I guess.

When you stare at me,

what is it that you really see?

is it something more, or something less?

Do I look good, or am I just a mess?

It's evident, I'm set up to die,

no, no, it's not a lie.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal,

even though death is my main idol.

But the problem here,

is pretty clear.

My exitance is a bitter lie,

an unemotional creature, I do not even cry.

I'm ready for my fix,

my blood and poison; one sweet mix.

Tragic fate,

it's way to late.

But who would take it back?

I don't have a soul,

but how do I know?

But if I did, it would be dark,

a gory mark,

to myself.

Narrowed eyes,

all this despise,

a future set up for lies.

I try,

but I lie,

because all I do cry,

and in the end... I'm set up to die.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Grammar problems, spelling errors?

Reviews

[Aludra]

This is so dark, and sensational. Honestly. I felt your pain.