Ghost and his point of view (pt. 6)

by AlonEvil

using controlled needs
sold like meds
under the control of the law
cut us from the inside, try to eat a saw
our souls already committed to a limbo
our conscious… dirty and broken, like a window
no peace, no war
I am already to far?
Oh, no
we need more, maybe another jar
with bitter poison, very hallucinogen
a trip without move our feet
but, if you stay quiet
you can listen a inner cry, some kind of lament
“why you still pretend?”