Dim My Eyes.

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This is how I feel about the government..

Submitted: November 11, 2011

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Dim my eyes.

Plug my nose.

Clog my ears.

Paralyze my whole body.

Shut me down.

 

Dim my eyes.

All of the evil and ugliness of the world,

is making it hard to see.

Maybe, with eyes closed, 

I would feel so much more

with my heart.

Our eyes are the gateway to limitation.

Dim my eyes.

 

Plug my nose.

The smell of smoke and pollution,

is making it hard for me to breathe.

The blackness of cruelty fills my lungs.

Making the crisp, clean air...

into the enemy.

Plug my nose.

 

Clog my ears.

The blasphemous words of the townspeople,

are dark, inhuman, and merciless.

The howling of politics and hatred,

fills my mind with demons.

Washing away, and coating their once-tender hearts.

Clog my ears.

 

Paralyze my whole body.

Give me no feeling.

Numb the pain.

Make it to where I can not feel the affliction.

Take away my bodily needs and replace them,

with some kind of comfort.

Make me feel alive, one again.

Rejuvinate me.

Paralyze my whole body.

 

Shut me down.

Defiance has always been a thought...

But what would happen to me?

This hell we call life is filled with the ghosts of my past,

and they still haunt me...

They say not to rebel,

for it would befoul and confuse the people. 

The one's brain-washed into society.

What is wrong with these people?

How could they possibly hold faith,

in a world where everything has become distorted?

They tread around, day-to-day,

with blank eyes.

Eyes that pierce all the way through, to the soul.

They are becoming robots that are superior to their existence.

This makes my blood run cold.

Inching through every vein, 

and penetrating my heart with sickening pulsations,

of complete, and utter shock.

How could they go about life in a world of perplexity?

Were they ever able to walk with 'eyes open'?

Shut me down.

 

Cover up the lies.

Feed the people more and more of them.

Create a false reality.

Let your ego rise.

 

Cover up the lies;

You have total supremecy.

But, what would happen to your 'world at large,'

if it came crashing down?

Manipulate them some more.

What could be worse than what's already been done?

Cover up the lies.

 

Feed the people more and more of them.

They're eating the eradicate untruths,

right out of the hand called "Injustice."

Your dictatorship is a powerful tool.

The standardization of counterparted ideas. 

Welcome to the rise of the dumb-founded!

Feed the people more and more of them.

 

Create a false reality.

Make these fools believe in your pesudo-world.

Go ahead.

Keep on altering the natural balance of things.

In your mindset,

make this schitzophrenic-enduced world of yours,

everyone else's reality.

Project your abrupt, fucked-up thoughts.

Create a false reality.

 

Let your ego rise.

What could impower you more,

than a nation constructed souly,

of dim-witted robots, idolizing you?

You're not right in the head,

and you know it.

But, don't worry.

They don't.

Speaking of your unorthodoxity...

So, go ahead.

Let this fill your head with air.

If only you could fortell what you're doing...

Go ahead.

Let your ego rise.

 

This tribulation of the mind...

All of the laceration you've caused...

How can you stand to look at yourself?

And to think,

people see this as normal.

You're so messed up in the head,

that you start to dehumanize everyone.

What should I say?

What can I say to a treacherous tyrant?

You, and your sinister ways have not fooled me.

I can see right through you,

and plan on publically dragging what you've done,

through the mud.

I will shine light on your hideous.

Plauge 

of 

lies.

 

You can threatin.

You can persuade.

You can control.

You can't run.

 

You can threatin.

Your eyes do not decieve me.

I know exactly what you're about.

This sick predatory, 

will surley meed amends.

I am the voice,

for the sanity of the people.

I am a martyr.

If death is what it takes to open their eyes...

So be it.

You can threatin.

 

You can persuade.

I know of your true mental state.

Go ahead and try me.

I stand firmly becide my beliefs.

No amount of money, or power,

could ever overcome me.

Unlike you, I will stay true to myself.

You can persuade.

 

You can control.

Dictating people's lives is something you're good at.

Tell me;

are you so messed-up,

because you wern't shown enough attention as a child?

Or are you just psycho?

The people are listening.

Yhey obey your every bark.

Go lay down, you fucking dog!

The fun's just about to start!

You can control.

 

You can't run.

The thoughts inside your mind;

they're all you can hear.

Little voices hissing,

a constant chatter in your ear.

Have they enveloped you yet?

Don't worry.

All will come to you,

in due time.

You can't flea from inside your mind.

There, forever,

you will be confined.

As you slowly rot from the inside out,

I patiently watch and wait,

for even the slightest moment of doubt.

You can't run. 


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