They taketh all for granted, they smile whilst they ****
On ****** they savor over, like hellion getting their Thrill's;
They hath to drink to numb, they hath to tune out by pill's
They've lost the truth meaning, of giving without seeking deal's.

They've thrown it all to the wind, aloft the heaven's they've come
Their fears and tears art heavy, wherein their cruor is succumb;
They drinketh of nothingness, they art their own chosen one's
Bombing another out of land difference, tanning to the sun.

Lover's of themselves, they seeketh to giveth none charity
They awake to the darkness, their in much disparity;
And whilst the moon cometh out, they howl like stray dog's
They seeketh only themselves, in reality they loseth all.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry