Remember.

there is a system outside

waiting to drop you

break you

up & down

melt you until you get to the right size

there is a system outside

starves you to your bones

if you choose to not do it right

there is a system outside

works brilliantly

the infamous invisible hand

where the own kind hurts its own

with pleasure

calls it business

calls it shame

pride & prejudice

stands together with the condition that it won't visit another

there is a system outside

built to burn you

if you aren't already one of the puppets

standing side by side

the puppetmaster

created via the bigger picture

making the puzzle

each one carries its own rose

to the thorny grave

it works faithfully

exploiting all the insecurity

letting the soul fade

memories go in vain

and the person disappear

judging each & every action

feeding it with the possibility to not belong

there is a system outside

rotates by pure blood

dark & cold

built to create fear upon death

taught to look away

taught to meditate the existential pain

I need to break free

pressured by my own

constant & ruthless

hurting some by breaking the rules

too sensitive

vulnerable & too painful to be real

as far as the 19 took me

I could never bear the loss of human

I couldn't betray

as the way they breathe is destruction to my own

what if really

we are the aliens

I know I am one

a mighty sanitorial creature

an opposition to the looks

a paradoxical truth of the universe

what do I breathe

besides the smoke covering the air

be(side) the dark irrelevant shame

how do I opt-out of this

how do I save my soul

it's shivering my core

yet we are expected to do it every day

no such thing as a bore

Sinatra was right

in fact I don't know if I have a single answer anymore

I thought about this

years & years ago

& I think about it now

what the hell am I growing into

it was safe to dream

now my days are filled with fear

wondering when one of my own will decide

it's time to blow the whistle for us all

maybe we'll all be slaves to some puppetmaster again

nowhere is safe

my own is haunting my soul

I've been here long long before

but still none of this is

something I wouldn't want to run away

I'm not sure I can ever be able to prepare for this

as being good transforms you into a prey

designed as a source of entertainment for your own kind

I feel damaged

unable to be shaped & sized where the master wants

crystallizing over & over

attempting

to see

if there is any way to my safety

far

far away

at times I want to fall into a hole

leave everything behind

smell the forest

learn the language eventually

inflict myself the life I've been longing for

I'm constantly reminded

of my suffocation

as it was inscribed for me to become a humangel

rose before I thorn

but no

I will find a way out of this

like I always do

one day I will find a way to break my soul free

burning solely for its own

I won't give up my reasons

to spread the infinite love

dedicate myself for the good

the nature is balanced

1 - 1

if I feel these

if I'm out of nowhere called to inscribe these

then it's time

dear ones

who see between the lines

this is a calling to you

it's time

we have our lot to retrieve

Until our truth is not left with enough time

We have to remember

Remember who we were born to become