THEN.
The end of Mankind.

2012 left to blow your mind.

Six
Seven
Eight
Nine

Ten men
all journeyed together.
Ended up dead.

And they sold our own young.
As if we offered our own blood.

First thing we do is build it up.
The second thing we do is
break it down.

Open up; let me in.
Let me in like
the Sun.
Like your son.

On top
Alone.
Like we were the dead.
Run to the next place where
you can't  find yourself.

When the lights come
we can tell me to slow it down.
But I feel as if they are telling me to keep going.
After some sign it's all I can see.
All I can feel.
All I can be.

It's coming over me.
And I can't see the other side of this building's ending.
Like this **** was never ending.

Oh, can you hear my cry?

Can you hear my cry, lowly?
Below the lullaby?

I can't wait to see you when I come home.
You'll be there
waiting at the footsteps of your door.
I hope.

Lots of innocents have a loss of innocence.
They are stuck on top of the fence.
Just waiting for the next chance
to make something memorable.

Something that makes sense for all
the adolescence hoping
you'll hear their two cents.

And if you can't see this, then
adjust your contact lens.

There's ash in the air/ I'll turn back around.
I'll see you at the next time/ in my life/
There's a turn. In my own life/
I see it coming.

I can't wait.

Pain, and we succeed.
Everyday we succeed.

I see you as I come by/ wishing wondering.
Wishing what we could be/ and every once in a while/
I know you will be thinking of me.

Of me.

I see/
in my own life that I will be/
one more time *****.
Unleashing my inner self/ I'm gonna' raise the bar.
And start a war.

I will succeed.
Try/ I will succeed.

Just let me go/ I want to leave this place.
Just leave me be.
Let me go.

We could raise the bar.

And start a war.

I want her so.
Does it ever show?
Will she never know?

Is it love?
Adoration?
Or maybe, both.

Though I feel no hope.

I will continue to look and listen.
Straight into her eyes as they glisten.
From a tear of sadness to the shimmer of happiness.

All the while I'm wishing.

Is it ******?
I've tried to consider.
I want it to be, but it's not.
It's something better.

Still, I feel like a distant visitor.

She comes and she goes.
Then she reappears.
My mind freezes, and my heart grows.
It remembers for me the existence of this beauty.

My heart, that is, knows as much as my mind.
I find they both are connected to my soul.

And she.

Blank sheet.
Blank slate.
Still sitting in the same seat;
The same state I've been
in a funk.
Wanting a change to begin. I'm sick
of this junk.
Real change comes from within, but
I only feel pain under my skin.

Hard to complain 'cause it is my sin
that made things this way.
This is today.
What will tomorrow say?