The Freak Kingdom Poem by Evil Angel

the light that gets you thrugh the day
contact of the third grade
but thats not for me, infected wound
fascination, fame, money and fortune
just a synthetic light salvation
'Just another freak, in the freak kingdom'


walk in the hall of mirrors
these shadows follow you
seems like we losing ourself
does the images reflect
the real you?
so quick we romanticise
so quick we dream about
and so quick we forget


theres more then this
there gotta be more then this
lights from the other end
comming your way and someones
always watching, smiling, dreaming
and hoping they will be there
in that exact spot and have the light
shine on them