conversation with my depression

"I'm not the judge nor jury

so why babble on in a fury

a fiery speech in your defence

I'm just the hunter and you the prey

-nature intended it this way"

talking about my generation

or tripple X and tripple ex:es

subscribing pills to outlive

the middleclass guilt

of having it to easy

the modern guilt

of being so damn sleazy

will you still crave her in the morning after

or be satisfied with a facebook friend

would you like a game of blind mans bluff

do you want to try for fame?

the ambition is running wild in here

- a shelter for our shame

should I pretend to have forgotten

should I pretend to remember your name

how do you like this face I wear

I picked it out especially for today

would you like a game of truth or dare

do you still to try for fame?