Broken wings plagued from forgetful skin. A mess soon to leave, from sin conceived of distasteful aggression. It multiplies inside, dividing between the lines, as feelings contrive dead from lies. Processed protests and breathless ambitions argue with this continued fate, we choose to make. So push away the humanity its been ***** by society, clawed and fumigated scared ever last seed, the light that was once held, is now the glass broken inside, were all guilty ****** of our streets, gone to far from what we believe to fight this disease.
haven't written in months so i hope its good lolz xD