"Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains." - Rousseau

im constantly contriving,
making my life a suriving dreams,
thats gondn reoccur, every hour of everyday,
just because it wants to evolve that way,
understand me not,
forgive my habits i dont know how to live,
a life of misery, since i've working
on passing through existance with nothing,
nothing more then the messenger,
its time to lose control,
win a battle of wills with the devil,
make a pact with those in the living,
and confide in whats not real,
in order to seal me eternal deal.