Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.

I haven't done this in awhile.
It was different than, I used a pen.
Boy, I sound old...

The release of words, to express...
Losing my self in writing.
I was quite good at one time, never missing a line.

I never shared to much, only an assignment or two.
Spiral notebooks filled, front to back.
I read what I once wrote, some bring back memories.
That's why we write isn't it, to remember.

This I can do, don't know who will see?
My words flowing out one by one.
Expression of ones self, this might be fun.

I'm tired.
I don't sleep anymore.
I live a real bad dream.
Leave the light on when you close the door.
If I close my eyes
I might miss out on what I really need
and that's the opportunity
to really
succeed.
My girl is on me
wants me secretly to give up my dreams
My kids look up to me
and expect all of these great things.
Tell me why I do it?
Cause I got skillz,
or am I being foolish
thinking that my thoughts can make mills?
I see the world changing.
I don't wanna be left behind.
So I don't sleep
even when I do
finally close my eyes.
Call it what you want
Insomnia
sleep deprived...
but if I get the rest I need
my employers
will pass me by.
So I gotta stay up.
To stay ahead of the pain.
The moment I close my eyes
I'll get a tech
and foul out the game.
Stay tuned for the next verse.
It'll be uplifting.
It wasn't all that bad.
I'll show you.
I need no sympathy!