The proof of past times.
The warning of the lost minds.
Who is more sane?
The man in suit and briefcase in hand.
Or the man who's cup jingles all covered in rags.
One clone circuits through the track never to win the race he runs.
The wonderer thinks on greater things but he's the only one.
There is no soul within the clones.
There's only ever wants.
To be accepted, labeled normal.
The manufacture never stops.
The few and wise are weary.
They see the soulless dancers.
They understand that man's diseased.
The Earth's very own cancer.
It's funny how they think themselves to be as good as good can be.
Then **** the world around them.
If they have hearts, they do not beat.
They trample truth beneath their feet!
They give no hope to those who seek!
They say their strong but THEY ARE WEAK!
THEYRE ALL AFRAID TO BE UNIQUE!
AFRAID OF TRUTH AND HUMBLE LIFE!
THIS MASS IS COMMITING SUICIDE!
FOR THEIR OWN COMFORTS AND LUXURIES.
YOU ALL ADD TO THE DISEASE.
but i am only one small voice.
They cannot hear above the noise.
They are a selfish loathsome thing.
The clones converge into one being.
They have no mind to do whats right.
They follow wrong reject the light.
BUT I WILL YELL AND SCREAM AND FIGHT!
BECAUSE I HAVE NOT LOST MY SIGHT!
I FOLLOW GOD AND SOMEDAY SOON.
He'll loose his rage.
To all untrue.

And the clock ticks.

The ever steady click, Of the red hand as it twitches.

Unless that clock is digital.

Either way my strain is physical.

Once again the train is missed to go, Off to the land of subconcious flow.

Where a dream is a dream and whats known is known.

Not here where logic is blown away.

And yet its here im doomed to stay, As the clock continues to tick.

That ever steady click.

That click that makes me sick! Oh how i wish that tick would go away!

It wont untill i fall asleep.

But i cannot my thoughts are deep.

And so i lay without a peep and listen as it ticks.

What would I do with my last hour here?

I'd give up my worries and let go my fears.

I don't know how to show love.

But I'm sure I have somehow.

So I wouldn't tell my family.

They know without a doubt.

My love is shown through actions.

Subconscious though they are.

So I don't think I'd regret it.

I'd probably go far.

Alone to somewhere peaceful.

Where I can just observe.

This world I would be leaving.

The thought may seem absurd.

Who, with their final hour, would wish to be alone?

One who's never stopped observing.

One who sees the clones.

I've come to understand, I'm nothing like the rest.

I see with eyes of appreciation.

I know that I am blessed.

So my answer may surprise.

I'm even shocked myself.

My final hour would be just like...

My life is at this sec.

I'm noticed by very few.

Alone is what I'm used to.

I've never been one of popularity.

I don't think like the crowd.

I'm slow too speak and far too deep.

My voice; not very loud.

I hate the clamor of the clones.

I'm a peaceful man at heart.

So my final hour would be alone.

How its been from the start.

Give me love.
I'll give you tears.
Give me trust.
I'll give you fears.
Give me all that you hold dear.
I'll numb your heart with drugs and beers.
Give me innocence.
I've none of my own.
Give me your hope.
Then leave it alone.
Give me the things that make you yourself.
I'll give you all these, they're bad for your health.
Give me your dreams, the time you would spend.
I'll give you false joy, I'll help you to blend.
Give me your mind, you don't even use it.
See I can tell, I've heard all your music.
Give me your all, thats all that I want.
I won't return anything. Not even once.
Give me your nights, your days, and between.
I'll give you obsession with paper thats green.
Lend me your ears, it's not like you listen.
Just look at your world, your sorry position.
Stop asking questions, just give me your soul.

This is my society.

And I have said no.

And my heart strings slowly strum.
Like the sad strings of a broken violin.
She loves me.
I see it deep within her eyes, I am not one she'd soon forget.
And so weeps the soul of a loveless, broken man.
She loves what I have shown her.
Nothing more.
How could I let her in.
My mental walls are steel, my heart has no recesses.
It brings me pain and awful guilt to know her heart is mine.
For hers still beats and mine has long been dead and decomposing.
The stench causes my eyes to water.
This daughter as Beautiful. Unique. Angelic as the stars above.
Could never have my love.
For i have none at all.
I know only the pains of disapointment, the taste of hate within.
I do not wish to poison her.
I would that her heart live.
This pain within is crippling.
Her smile tears my soul.
How could it be that I, so broken, could ever make her whole.
With lips, so numb and frozen, I say to her; I love you.
And how I wish so badly to believe.
But love is a thing I've never known.
And she, it seems, is fluent.
This angel smiles and speaks with grace.
I cannot bear to keep her gaze.
What is this fear in me.
That one day I would lose her.
And so I cannot give.
As all I've loved has gone away; I fear she too, would fade.
This is the root of my numbness.
I see it now, so clear.
It's not that I cannot love her.
It is that I already do.
And I fear that the fact that she loves me back is too good to be true.
I wonder, when she sees my eyes, if she could see my pain within that only she could lift.
My angel.
I am an undeserving man.
And still my life is blessed with her.
She floods my thoughts, pervades my being.
It seems she never needed to break into my walls.
Somehow, she's always been within.
Even before they had been built.
I say I don't believe in love.
This lie is more for me than any.
But here, I do finally admit.
I love her with all my broken pieces.
Every. Little. Bit.

I count them in the night sky.
Wish to be one on Hollywood streets.
I see them in my mind's eye.
For each, a memory.
I'll never forget, no matter how many fill my skies.
Made to stay and shine, as stars do.
Where are you.
Other than in my heart and in my mind.
A star so bright that all go blind;
Who dare to look except for I.
The only one who can truly see, exactly what they mean.
These tiny things that shoot across so quickly.
Or stay and watch, never to leave.
Silent protectors to love us as we sleep.
To comfort as we weep.
But never to speak.
Forever silent.
Forever beautiful.
Forever in my memories.

These are the clones.
They gaze at their phones and never the sky.
Never the stars for which they say they reach.
There's only lies in the truth they say they speak.
They were too weak to ever be them.
They fear the thoughts of her and him.
And so they bend to every whim of this.
The false world.
Where the very roots of life are desicrated and made unrecognizable.
They deny the circle of which they are a part.
The system of life that they so utterly destabalize.
Why? Why! Why!
Frustration builds inside.
When ponder, i, upon the clones.
I would that they all die alone! The very fear that drives them all.
And even they do not see this simple truth.
That fear is the very root of all that they do.
Why can you not admit!
Our ancestors were wrong! We are not the civilized!
We are the cancerous destroyer.
And in our destruction we devolve.
This is how nature's problems solve.
The more we change the world around us.
The less we shall, our race, develop.
This is evolution.
We will create and so destroy.
Untill our world is dull and void.
And then we to shall fade away.
This is the future they have made.
These clones that do so fervently pretend.
That we are more than dust in the wind.
A fear that we are here as animals are.
That type of thinking is far too bizzare.
To live as beasts among the trees!
The clones would rather watch tv!
The fear of death brings remedies
To natures balance called disease.
For every one they cure, another new one comes.
This is because we dont belong.
Not in such masses.
The clones are savage.
I would that they all die alone.):

Welcome To High School.

I'll Make You Or Break You.

Welcome To High School.

I'll Love And I'll Hate You.

Here Where There's Losers, There's Loners, And Cools.

Dont Let Them Mix Is My One Simple Rule.

Welcome To High School.
Hear Staff On The Speakers.

Welcome To High School.
Come Look At Our Teachers.

They're Less Dedicated Than The Students Themselves.

Welcome To High School.

A Childhood Hell.

Where The Girls Love The Boys And The Boys Play The Girls.

Welcome To High School.

Prepare For The World.

This Is Where Gather, The Kind And The Cruel.

But One Truth Remains...

You Will Miss High School.

When did courtesy lose to selfishness?

I thought community had the upper hand but **** I guess tha Vs to he who steps on all.

Wow.
He must be really tall.

The view must be well worth the soul. Although I really doubt it.

So when, pray tell, did heaven concede to hell?

When did the well that tenderly held that thing called love dry up?

When did everyone give up and decide not to give a ****?

When was Ghandi proven right?
An eye for an eye, we've all lost sight.

When did light give into dark?
When did the dolphin become a shark?

That swims so quickly towards the hearts
Of all to rip and tear apart.

When did hate become the new in?
All I want to know..

Is when.