Post by theboyinadress on Jan 25, 2015 8:44:42 GMT -6
Das Unterbewusstsein.
The Subconscious.
Hello there, you liars.
I am a subconscious and I know that you wish me harm.
Don't dramatically protest with the waving of hands or offering knowing-sneers,
I'm a subconscious and I never lie.
That world you wade through like the little girl in the 'Aliens' movie... the frightened
mortal moving carefully along the flooded area under the shadowy walkway...
that's you, isn't it?
That world scares you, doesn't it?
It should.
It's full of deceivers and monsters. That world that you hold so-dear, that place where
you sit 'top-dog' and pompous-like on your crumbling throne, it's not what you think it is.
You have laid bandage-upon-bandage over the terrible maws that will show you
your true reality. You starve each other and kill each other's offspring in the name of
something you will never achieve.
Freedom.
Listen to me, for I never lie.
Freedom is something that doesn't exist, it's like the love you hear about on those
sappy-movies you force me to watch, it's only make-believe... it's merely chemical.
No, that world outside your warm cave holds long-teeth and cunning shemes.
It plots on how to do you harm and how to bring you low.
Here in your head, I sit and giggle to myself at your falseness, your stage-show
you call 'you'
How many times have I screamed at you to stay away from everyone...? huh?
How many times have I softly whispered to you to never trust anyone?
Go on, tell me. Lie to me.
You make me sick with the amount of lies you have to cede to. Your family, your
friends and even your enemies, you dance around each other in the name of another
fairytale scenario 'being a social animal'
Why don't you let me out? Why dont you allow me to drive this fragile vehicle that
you force-feed with God-knows-what and touch in the wee-small hours?
Oh, I know all about you, you see I'm here with you, I am part of you.
I could show you what your fellow-species really are, I could reveal their failings
and the selfish hatred they hold for those around them.
I could be your friend.
Instead, you wait until those night-time hours, when with drooping eyelids, you
visit me and ask for my talents. With stained-fingers, I sort through the mental garbage
you've acquired during the day and you plead with me to make it all go away.
Or as you weak-hearted liars would say, make sense of it all.
Yes, I'm your subconscious and you're stuck with me. As I -with you.
We will travel this road together and maybe one day, you'll listen to me.
I am your subconscious, I never sleep and I'm waiting for my turn at the wheel.
And I never lie.
The Subconscious.
Hello there, you liars.
I am a subconscious and I know that you wish me harm.
Don't dramatically protest with the waving of hands or offering knowing-sneers,
I'm a subconscious and I never lie.
That world you wade through like the little girl in the 'Aliens' movie... the frightened
mortal moving carefully along the flooded area under the shadowy walkway...
that's you, isn't it?
That world scares you, doesn't it?
It should.
It's full of deceivers and monsters. That world that you hold so-dear, that place where
you sit 'top-dog' and pompous-like on your crumbling throne, it's not what you think it is.
You have laid bandage-upon-bandage over the terrible maws that will show you
your true reality. You starve each other and kill each other's offspring in the name of
something you will never achieve.
Freedom.
Listen to me, for I never lie.
Freedom is something that doesn't exist, it's like the love you hear about on those
sappy-movies you force me to watch, it's only make-believe... it's merely chemical.
No, that world outside your warm cave holds long-teeth and cunning shemes.
It plots on how to do you harm and how to bring you low.
Here in your head, I sit and giggle to myself at your falseness, your stage-show
you call 'you'
How many times have I screamed at you to stay away from everyone...? huh?
How many times have I softly whispered to you to never trust anyone?
Go on, tell me. Lie to me.
You make me sick with the amount of lies you have to cede to. Your family, your
friends and even your enemies, you dance around each other in the name of another
fairytale scenario 'being a social animal'
Why don't you let me out? Why dont you allow me to drive this fragile vehicle that
you force-feed with God-knows-what and touch in the wee-small hours?
Oh, I know all about you, you see I'm here with you, I am part of you.
I could show you what your fellow-species really are, I could reveal their failings
and the selfish hatred they hold for those around them.
I could be your friend.
Instead, you wait until those night-time hours, when with drooping eyelids, you
visit me and ask for my talents. With stained-fingers, I sort through the mental garbage
you've acquired during the day and you plead with me to make it all go away.
Or as you weak-hearted liars would say, make sense of it all.
Yes, I'm your subconscious and you're stuck with me. As I -with you.
We will travel this road together and maybe one day, you'll listen to me.
I am your subconscious, I never sleep and I'm waiting for my turn at the wheel.
And I never lie.
