My Prison
by *Echofour
Life is not happiness.
It is not completely suitable for anybody.
Life is mindless.
It is the drone of overdriven hardship
provided by the corporate monster.
You are a tool,
a service monkey for our economic needs.
Society is a paradox of hopelessness,
the climax of this nightmare we call reality.
Our lives are nothing but a vessel for disappointment,
a solitary confinement designed
to corrupt an ruin men with the constant threat
of chronic dissatisfaction.
I always dream of escaping my earthbound chains
and escaping to a world without pain.
This world is my prison so let me free.
