Id like to take this time to remind everyone that the flowers that rise to great pastures

Grow from the same dirt as the weeds


And that even sunlight can burn and water can make you bleed.


I think we forget that the world is so full of evil. I mean we see it every day, but we live for the moment,

So our view is deceitful.

My eyes have been scratched by the dull and broken needle,

But ive also taken the time to be the surgeon.

Ive slayed no demons, they live inside of me,

Warm and welcome with my memories of tears shed by these hands.



Though its true, we all deserve a second chance…

One cant help but wonder if thats propaganda from the past.

An idea let slither so that evil people can rise again,

A constant fault when all we are is dusty wind.




I know im broken and that can be fixed,

But id rather not be.

Thats it.