A souless cog turns,
Along with the other,
Gears,
Never questions why,
Does as its told,
Continues to revolve,
Even as rust sets in,
Making movement improbable,
But,
With a little grease,
Oil,
This tiny gear,
May move,
Freely,
Swiftly,
When a machine breaks,
Many cogs cease to exsist,
Lifeless,
Inaniment,
Cold

Have you ever just wanted,
To watch it all burn,
Turn to ash and crumble,
Incinerated into nothing,
So something could begin,
Anew,
Flesh, bone and sinew,
Turns to dust,
Concrete and wood,
To ruin,
Steel,
Hallowed,
Twisted,
Lonely towers of rust,
Start,
Again

The passage of time,
Eludes us,
Yet we run headlong,
In an ever flagging motion,
To attempt to catch it,
To hold onto moments,
Otherwise forgotten,
The test of time,
A test we all,
Fail

In any given moment,
Fear,
Resentment,
Just a few of the many,
Feelings,
In an instant,
Like a wildfire,
To he snuffed out with logic,
Pointless,
Other than to maintain,
Chaos!

Life begins,
Anew,
Folded,
Repose witholds,
What darkness,
May lie within,
Stuck,
In the ins and outs,
Without a doubt,
Trends to be followed,
Jobs to be gained,
If only to begin again,
Different choices,
Same routes,
Surviving without,
Another clout,
Choices made,
Without a thought,
Without a care to be wrought,
The wrath of life,
Has been unleashed,
Coifed in sorrow,
And dismay,
To only sputter out,
At the end,
Of our days

My heart sings,
My heart bleeds,
Sabotaged by people's greed,
No chance to rest,
Time misplaced,
Tored of running in the race,
Fathoming sleep,
To each their own,
Sadness keep,
Dreams,
To be had,
To be lost,
To be bought with a cost,
Of our very soul,
Without a way to,
Fill the hole,
But with food,
And a toll,
Loneliness sets in,
On a whim,
To be there til,
The end

Tired,
Exhausted,
Feeling weak,
Any amount of "sleep",
Being meek,
No matter how long I'm at rest,
Stressed,
Having the world today,
Beat the **** out of Me,
Kick me down,
Then turn around,
And tell me not to frown,
I tell myself,
To drown,
Drown them out,
Ignore them,
But it gets worse,
Now they are yelling,
And im yelling back,
But they dont like that,
They want me to be
Obedient,
Another cog in their machine,
Of suffering and ignorance,
They want me to be
Blind,
To not see,
To not question,
To not think,
I refuse,
Trying to stand fast,
But alas,
In my heart,
Through my stubbornness,
And perception,
I'll lose this fight,
The same way we all do,
By fading away,
At the end of our time,
Orchastrated or Natural.