Matrix

Enduring the Delusions of Misery 

I don’t care for my Self 

I don’t want my Life

I am aware of my Flaws 

and watch them as if on tele Vision 

I stand

I say, “ I am the Person here

I can shut off the Program ” 

But the Program has spread and is now in Distinguishable from Reality 

I try to turn off the tV because I am Strong 

The Mouth of Static is as Strong as I am 

Suicide the Devil on my Shoulder 

Prostitution the Angel

Ma Bohème has led me to the Waste Land

where Shiva refuses me Affection

Only to guide me in the Right Direction