Your sky is pink.
They're eating yellow grass.

I'm at the epicenter of chaos
Syringes for the sick and
Banks robbed by viruses
*** in the palm of my hand.
The streets paved with lies
are decorated by death.
And buildings built
by policies
to build policies (to fill prophesies)

Wicked water, and open wounds
Saturated diets and broken wombs
Your sky is blue
Their water is black
Children's eyes close and never look back.
There are snakes in the sand
Lightening strikes in the distance
I can't see where I stand
And the wind smells of something vicious

Your sky is grey
The loudest one in the room is the TV
Candy and coffee for breakfast.
I'd brush my teeth
But I haven't the time, dearest Siri -
Seriously though
Sometimes I question if I'm the canary
in this binary equation
wondering when it's going to cave in
But its cool, I can be patient.

I know why we didn’t work out
Maybe when waiting is too heavy and
There’s no point in trying to pick it up anymore.

It's been another cold summer
with the
air conditioner running nonstop -
Yeah I am constantly caught up - at screen
Racing thoughts I capture them
plus
nightmares are right there
to deform ideas, but ideally
I'd die for, my ideals
Yeah
So I try to warn my peers to keep it real
But honestly, my fear is
it appears that no one wants to hear
About that ****, rather just amount to ****
Pout and *****, sulk and disconnect
I'm ******* repulsed by it - so I choose not
To follow suit and instead chase my heart -
Call a ***** a ***** and just make this art
Yeah rather that than rage for days
Yeah I'd rather work away the pain than relax distracted from the fact that we are each a slave - in one way or another

plenty of fish in the sea?
who ******* cares when your
heart sank into a shark tank -
we part ways and
I get sharp pains
in some dark days
for a guy light years - ahead
of the hard faced, ******, instead
of times we carved names, with stone
blaming your anger
on my tone
but my home
is on the road, I bet

Let's go for a drive
And just talk awhile
I know this area so well
But none of it makes me smile
I'm over the signs
And the restraunts too
I'm under the lights
And the darkness too

I'd slay that soul through poisoned words
But all I do is devour alone.
You left a hole in this bone
That I can write no more.