Hijacked

Something
went wrong
in those months
Before
I was born
Screaming
into this plane
of low existence
of empty faces
of smiles
that are not
what they seem
hollowed out eyes
snake pits
full of lies

Languages
with no real feeling
where empathy
is just a little
Sympathy
a pity fuck
of plastic
emotional Dreams

Something went wrong
in those months
before I was born
and it has
taken me years
to understand

I was hijacked
I was forced
Screaming
into this world
of low existence
No plane of thought
Just physical
and psychological
Addictions
with demands
I conform
to the suffering
and the Fear
so that Others can feed
off the negative energy
I could breed
if I conform
until the day
my body
has died

Leaving this plane
of illusions

Behind