Years of scars
from the horrors of war
in my life
mark my face..
A being trapped on the battle fields
of the insanity which appears
in a family who is a part of the Human Race.
Breaking apart.
There is no glue to keep this family together.
Lost brethren
Lost Loved Ones
Eat my Soul
until there is nothing left
Empty roads that I must travel alone
Leading to laughter inside of my mind
Into insanity.
Forever.
Such a long time.
Who do you turn too
when they appear to be there, however, not an action
or Feeling can bet sought....
As money and the American Rat Race leaves them like mindless
robots....
A curse...as you grow older...Shackled by Injury
To both mind and body
That Leaves you less than full
You wish to achieve
But their barriers of authority and allowance will block you
You put on the war paint
You laugh and clap at their promises
Now, you are a Joker's Wild
An insanity ridden and rage filled frothing being
created by their let downs and abscesses
of empty lots called memories
You become an infamous figure written in time's books of
history.