Carrie’s
Song
When my
control breaks my demons have no brake
My mind
knows but my actions say no
This
isn’t control like choice for recreation
This
isn’t my soul’s voice for participation
The
process of cracking begins with attacking
Vulnerability
is that evil like struck lightning
To create
is to feel and reach extremes
Sensitivity
that puts me into every meme
So I
react and enact thru’ those emotions and mind manipulations
I become
you or that and then fight the logical conclusions
But I
can’t win, only cease for a time
For the
urge to express is the artiste’s self-inflicted crime
Do you
understand this dreadfulness that is celebrated as sexiness?
The
reality behind the glamour is rejected by society’s callousness
Destruction
and death constantly the realization
Forgive
and remember only the beauty they brought to civilization
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