I watch shooting stars.
Feel bees buzzing.
Then wheels turn.
The corruption of the brain
Spreads.
Hate
Innocence.
Gone.
Torpedoes crash
And bombs fly
All is war-
Hell.
To hell with you
And all you dream!
I won’t fall,
Though you push and shove.
Teardrops sink into
The barren earth.
Is all fair in love and war?
Wheels turn
Once more.
Is that all this is?
A giant game
Lacking rules and regulations?
Who will referee?
You?
*******
The corruption of the brain
Spreads.
Hate
Hell
War
And repetition.
So much for that.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
I watch shooting stars.
Feel bees buzzing.
Then wheels turn.
The corruption of the brain
Spreads.
Hate
Innocence.
Gone.
Torpedoes crash
And bombs fly
All is war-
Hell.
To hell with you
And all you dream!
I won’t fall,
Though you push and shove.
Teardrops sink into
The barren earth.
Is all fair in love and war?
Wheels turn
Once more.
Is that all this is?
A giant game
Lacking rules and regulations?
Who will referee?
You?
*******
The corruption of the brain
Spreads.
Hate
Hell
War
And repetition.
So much for that.