Unmask My Flask

The potion is making my motions
become as unpredictable as the ocean.
And to this notion of my consumption,
disruption breaks free to my reflection.
Some connection
must tie with this reflection…
this sudden abruption
is only causing you and me corruption.
The direction
of this infection
is quite perplexin
to my mind.
What will it find?
Will I be left behind,
to fight this demon of a kind?
What will be left then of my mind?
What potion did I take you may ask?
The potion inside the flask was actually masked.
I thought I was getting freedom and respect,
and yet, the game had already been set,
just looking for someone to infect,
me,
unmistakably chose me,
to be,
what you will see.
Freedom is Slavery
there is no sort of thing called freedom now today.
When I became free,
I actually was free to be,
as you can see, a slave…
stuck in this God for awful cave,
till one day, they will give me their pity and let me go “free”,
back to where I came from, see
and I thought that I was getting respect,
and yet,
I got no such thing,
they clipped my wing,
and made me sing,
made me to their work,
and as they lurk
to find others,
I sit here acting like their mothers.
They give me the respect I asked for,
since I cleaned their bathroom floor,
after I go to the store,
and then after I become a bore,
they’ll tell me no more,
send me back home to end up a whore.
Hey, I got what I asked for.
I completed their tasks,
so that’s what I came to ask,
as I said before, it was obviously masked,
or was it, maybe I just couldn’t admit
to that shit,
maybe I knew,
that it was impossible for you,
to come through
with those things I asked of you.
Maybe I knew all along
that you could never give me that,
cause I knew that things like that were gone.
So now I sit here hittin my bong,
have been waiting for so long,
to finally reach the end of this sad song.
This world has gone all wrong.
All this time has passed,
and finally the reality is becoming unmasked,
so go take a shot from that flask
and see how long you will last.

----- by Gabrielle

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