If I decide to slaughter you
Defy me as man
Just give me my cue
But what is man
But destruction, murder, and sorrow pool of sand
Release me from this social construct
Break free from the matrix
Open your eyes to what is really going on
See the Leashes on our necks
And realize it ain’t all games and fun
Contemplate on your next move 
Or notice that they have already chose your path

..
So I ask you again 
What is man
Is It destruction and murder
I beg of you to try to emend me
When I say it’s not all what the have made me to be

Within all the hate and cruelty
You must see some glitches in this fake world
And I don’t speak money, cars, lust, or luxury 
But love, hope, and life
Distinguishes us from the ones who pull our leashes
the ones who define us murderers and destruction
I say it’s a tease 
From making us see our upcoming annihilation 
For I have recieved my purpose in the world
Not the one where money controls our lives
But the one where I love and live freely
To notify humanity of our corruptness that they bestowed upon us

I do not ask for belief
But to trust…

I ask you one last time 
What is man
Would you think pain and crime
Or would you double think of my theoritical hand
Reaching out to save you from being blind
Don’t plagiarise my mind 

According to my mother & my really good friend Chris, it was a nightmare. It felt so real. Just goes to show, we can’t distinguish the difference between fantasy & reality. So how do we know this is reality, & not just a nightmare or dream, dreampt by someone else or ourselves in a different epoch or distant relation. Although dreams&nightmares are a social construct, I wonder. By the way, that was my first nightmare, ever.

i leave and ignore. thats my coping method with just anything and everyone. 

i shall play basketball til my limps hurt.