Can't sleep, so here's a poem thing

I was born in the presidential hospital
Then someone cut my neck but they missed my jugular
Each and every try they saw that I just wouldn't die
Even when it went up my spine and tried to blow my mind
And every thing I did burned deep into my soul
And every light brought me to my knees and forced me to let go

See we're born with three eyes with the third sown shut
By being fed with only lies and timed only to be stuck
But every once in a while a person wakes up
And dies a little bit but only the bit that corrupts
The threads come loose and you open your eye
You learn how to read and then you start to cry
See the truth is everywhere, it's in between the lines
You can't see it anywhere but it doesn't hide

You were born a slave and there's no way out
So high and so wise, so you know by now
You can go back to your so called life
Or you can live and never die
Life is their disease and you see it in your breath
Don't take this literally, the only cure is death

For the first time in your life, you feel something real.
Something outside the limits of what you're allowed to feel.
You see how much trouble they've gone through to keep you asleep.
And the more of their chains and spells break off of you,
The more you realize how nothing they've done has ever had any real effect on you.
When you die, you become a part of something higher,
And all the anger and sorrow you've built up will be moot.
And them? Fuck them and their world.

Life is a dream,
And all I know is I'm awake
And that everyone around me is asleep
And the world is so lonely
And as nice as it is to be with you
It's so much easier to breathe when you're awake

*I didn't spell check any of this.

 

haha, I would but my voice is pansy.