Hopefully seeing my son tonight
Hopefully seeing my son tonight
Got a fuckin job
Young man sitting
Gun in hand
Staring down the sight
Of his .357 magnum
No one on the other side
Not now
Not yet
Darkness has not grown enough
Hope has not fled enough
Light still remains
But struggle exists
And it breeds hate
And darkness
His demons sit on his shoulders
Like forever long friends
Joking quietly with him
Egging him on
To step off the edge
And take the last step in the shadows
Fall off the map
Become who he isn’t
But should he?
He couldn’t decide
So idly he dances
On the tightrope-esque ledge
Until either he slips
Or plunges right in
He could step back
Into light
And become who he was
Who he should
Or should he?
He asked
It’s a fine line he dances
Without the slightest of care
Because anywhere
Is better than
H e r e
Here?
Or is it hell?
He no longer knew
But he was tired
Of thinking for you
So down he will plunge
To the depths of the bottom
To see what no one has seen
And maybe some day
He’ll arise from the bottom
To where it’s long since he’s been
So much pain and hate exists in our youth. So much anger and sadness for those who live through. Innocence stripped from children all who are forced to bear burdens of the world today too. They lash out with violence, with sex, and with drugs. Its a wonder not more die without finding young love. They just follow the footsteps laid down by their leaders. On tv, in print, daily they feed us, the filth thats been spewing into their brains all these years. And the question the death rate of those still so young, but turn around at night and hand them the gun, or the fuel they needed to feed their fire for that burning desire that lives on inside them, inviting the darkness, and letting it grow, till the darkness engulfs them and swallows them whole. Do you still question why we are the way we are? Or are you so blind to all you have marred?
Sunday morning he stands giving sermons and sunday night he’s drunkenly beating his wife.
That morning she’s dressed in white speaking vows through a veil and tears of joy, that same night she’s bedding his best friend.
That afternoon he’s commanding his class to follow the laws, as soon as he’s home he’s powdering his nose.
Just before bed she tells her kids to stay strong, but she doesn’t live till next morn.
And these poor examples have become commonplace, and nonchalant, so how do they expect us not to do the same or worse? How do they expect sanity, and morality, when we’re raised in an era of corruption and hopelessness? They expect perfection of us and to teach us the feed us lies and false hopes. Then they turn around, noses in the air, saying we’re fucked up. Fuck them, they made us this way, I say they need to eat their own lies, and accept what they’ve created in this generation. We can’t be blamed solely for how we turned out, you had the biggest hand in our teachings, so what does that tell you?
Who are you to say that I’m a criminal? I’ve done nothing more than you have, taking that which doesn’t belong to you. I took clothes, cash, possessions of modern day value from few who deserved it and many that didn’t. But you, you take the lives, the thoughts, the ideas, originality, happiness, and ideals from thousands upon thousands; year after year. My crimes may have a monetary price tag, but you; you are the criminal. Possessions are petty compared to the souls you’ve tainted with lies and hypocracy. At least I know my wrongs, do you?
Brainwashed citizens and
Thought slaughtered students
dance around the streets like
Puppets at the hand of their Capitol puppeteer.
Wasting time and efforts
To conform to society
Just to be marched to their death
Over seas and at home
Year after year
Slaving for money
For acceptance
Or passion
None will be granted
Without breaking your chains
Governments and armies,
Corporations alike
All gather the masses
Feeding lie after lie
Before they fire their guns
Gunned down like animals
With no where to run
What can we do now
No one will stop them
But will you bow down?
This life we live has become a joke, a pathetic mockery of times long gone. People blindly scuffling through streets and hallways packed in like fish swimming in a net, swimming direly to no avail. They don’t see the world around them anymore, the wonder the grandeur; they slave for someone else’s definition of happiness until finally death becomes them. Such talents wasted; minds gone dark and idle like the lights of an abandoned home. Self expression has become a non point, originality taboo. Cookie cutter houses and cars, with self value placed upon their price tags. It’s disgusting at times to think how far we’ve fallen. But what are we to do. Can one person change the world, or are there enough of us to make a difference and repair the blindness that shrouds our societies? I don’t know anymore, I don’t know if theyre worth fighting for anymore. Forever I’ve dreamed of changing the world, standing up to be the voice of the voiceless, making a mockery of the ignorance, idiocy, and corruption in the world; thus even farther have I been shoved down, in attempts to make me just another thought-idle slave to the modern day ways. Do I keep fighting? Is anyone still standing with me, or is our fight still long lost? I just don’t know anymore…
And all is right with the world
I think i’m meant to be homeless. 5th time in under a year.
