The Closing

If this is life just let me go
A conviction that I'd rather die
Break down my creative mind
Tear my wings as arms

Watch me fall but not die
True to my heart and will
Soundess of logic discomforts me
So let me here bleed out
I proceed yet now barely I breath

Parade me in the streets
Watch the media addicts stand and stair
Opinions rampant assure my ever after
A prostitude of words until I died

A stranger am I
Too impassive an attidue to exist
Opinions linger truth hidden before the eyes
Until comfort repelled we can no longer ignore