"Bohemian Concubine"
I'm someone's other self. I'm not my own. Yet i am only me. I hate this confusion. I hate living for someone else. I dont want to caught up in this system of existance. I dont want to exist.
There are no alternatives, no escapes. I am the true nothingness of somethingful. I am the inbetween. The child on acid. I cannot run. I cannot crawl. I refuse the system. I reject myself. I abject myself.
Falling. Falling. I lose myself in the machine. I cannot express this hate unless I am in the system. The language confines me. Ooga booga has no meaning, not in this context. My soul screams a sound that has no documentation, no convention. No one understands. It is not the norm and i am once again left outside.
Do not control me. My eyes are wide open, yet i refuse to see what you see. This is not my hand. This is not my voice. This is the puppet master in action. This is not me.
There is no solution. Only the realisation that i am in this cage. I hate myself. I am the cage. I am what they have made me. This cage is my eyes, my skin, my bones, my heart, my fingernails. Crawl away. I peek into the beyond and i see nothingness. That is the truth. We are approaching a semeticless oblivion.
This trap makes me my own enemy. I yearn to break free from my self and body. There are no rules. Society is my bondage and my restraints cut into my flesh. I feel the pain. Don't you feel your pain too? Are you numb or are you blind?
Society's whore. Use me. Try me. Test me. Taste me. Abuse me. I am nothing to you and everything to you. Enslave me because I am there to be enslaved by you. It is in your nature. You are control.
You cannot follow me in death. You cannot reach me there. I know it. You know it. You fear it. You abhor it because you cannot touch me there. There you are nothing, because only against that landscape will you acknowledge in full vocal analog that i am your everything and you are my nothing.
