In her delusions Truth shows itself Rearing an ugly head Alongside intense guilt To reveal tremendous suffering By the hands of those Who brought them here.
I am not afraid Of the rambling man Who has no filter Speaks in rhyme Proclaiming the clouds Are diamonds in the sky I am only afraid Of what drove him mad If it claimed one When will it claim many?
Shoplifting the dreams Of a nation cursed to sleep Never to awaken Once aware Prepared to be cut out A voice behind a broken megaphone Waiting for a patient view While the intellect sails across the sea.
I weep for humanity The pain The sorrow The heartbreak The bloodshed Cold realities Unearthed from years of living I wish, one day, we could no longer suffer But, to live is to suffer And to suffer is to live
Some are introduced To revenge Then, are they not an eponymous fool? By war or vendetta Brothers Sister By blood or tree ... Revenge cares not for thee
Looming over objects Coming into view It was once buried deep And dies once referred to But today, it was found Unearthed near a shallow basin What is it? A secret.
Awaiting an answer Keen anticipation Founded in curiosity Yet when the answer is known It is not the truth But someone else's truth ... What has happened?
Everywhere I go There's always something to remind me Of another time One where happiness bloomed in a cycle Now it goes where the willows lay One day, fine Another day, struck down
Conceptual conspiracies Originate with hate and distrust For when something is important No coincidence, a planned event No accidents, a coordinated fight Once something lives in mystery It will forever be tied to history As a legacy
Locations crafted by humanity Fit one time One function Hence why we get uncomfortable At a quiet school An empty mall If it's the exact same- Why does it make us feel small?