From 102
from 6am
I hear those little steps.
Innocent
constant reminders
that no one picks you up.
Even if they hear you cry.

99 cent wars, rooftops, Gibraltar Screaming "god bless the fabulous" Christs;

In the eyes of years
Man is king only over that which breathes,
So let's throw hugs in the air,
sit on flowers and vanish to Cook stones on the hips of Cleopatra
with all of December's left footed children

For through the cried ***** tears of furry German banana caskets,
Eternity awaits
In the failures of our greatest triumphs,

So let's dance

After all, Psychological Wednesday societies
Are only good for curing Xbox manifestos and Tuesday sanities

And if we died one day,
it sure won't be yesterday.

When a man
is powerful
Not with riches
But with Wisdom
and Integrity
In Death
he becomes
a...

God

Hello so nice to hear from you again.

Hope all is well in life
and hope you know I miss you my dear friend!
I've come to see the world is in strife.
people drowning in their own fear,
it makes me want to cry my dear.

I ask why?!
Why must we be afraid?!
Why do we continue to live this **** lie?!
Letting others tell us how to live our lives!
Well I say NO! Not I!
I've been doing as you say,
being the most me I can everyday
because where's the point in being fake?

My poor generation
we're drowning in the *******
we're buying into the tasty lies.

We're born and raised
believing we can do what WE want
and so few realize
sure,
we CAN do what WE want
BUT, should we?
Should we question ourselves?
I believe we should
because how can you be so sure
in a rapidly transforming world like ours?

That's why I say
We are the Lost generation
Lost amongst the pretty lights and fun
shoved down our throats since birth.

It's all we know
we lost Compassion
and embraced Greed.

Look,
we're being ******
and we have to realize
we're ******* ourselves.

Tendrils of regret snake up from the shadows,
I thought I had gotten away this time,
though it would appear I was mistaken;
As I usually am.
Ghosts of memories slip through my eyes,
blinding me to the present reality,
water of salt drips from my empty sockets,
as I fall into the nightmares of times long past.

The haze of dolor clouds my mind,
luring me back into feelings I thought were gone,
but of course, I was ever-so wrong;
As I usually am.
Demons smirk and scratch across my brain,
reminding me of their control,
for I was given an inch but took a mile,
unacceptable, I should have known.

Mania dances wildly across my sanity,
reminding me of what I never had,
though I thought I had regained it, I was incorrect;
As I usually am.
Friend-masked foes sing songs of betrayal,
piercing my ears so I can no longer hear the truth,
if I ever really heard it in the first place;
It is now that I'm senseless.