I dont know whats going on out there.
I hear noises, police sirens, people screaming, but I cant go out.
If they were to find me...
They would probably lock me up, too much I do know about what is going on in this city in comparison to the outside world.
This promised land is no more than a dystopia in a foreigners eyes such as mine.
Foolish of me to think that here I would find a peaceful place.
I cant imagine a place where more war is waged on a daily basis.
War against drugs, war against crime, war against prostitution, war against iliteracy, war against this, war against that, but war nevertheless...
And there is victims, criminals, colateral damage, investments, expenditures, guns, martyrs...
This city is the very definition of insanity and thought crime is just a few steps ahead.
I cant go out, I cant escape, this time I really am trapped...
They can not help me no matter how much they want.
I can only wait for a miracle I guess...


The neverending Muse

Today is yet again one of those nights in which my Muse has abandoned me.
I try to look into Supermassive Black Holes in search of Bliss, but I am only Falling Down, the Micro Cuts passing by my side.
I don't even think the Knights of Cydonia would be able to Sing for Absolution of my soul, all thats left is the Soldiers Poem, written in a Blackout.
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, The 2nd Law forces itself upon me.
Mens sana in corpore sana should help me get more creative, but going to the Muscle Museum does not make me feel neither inspired nor Invincible.
This is my personal City of Delusion, everything surrounding me desires, hungers, craves my Hysteria.
I wonder what kind of Unnatural selection occured so that my Survival was ensured up to this day.
This piece of paper is my captor, and yet I cant help but to fall into Stockolm Syndrome`s claws.
I think this has been enough for today, Space Dementia might get the best of my if I dont go back to my Shrinking Universe.
May this Guiding Light get you to Supremacy