We look into the universe,
A mind and soul we can't traverse
It's meaning displayed within a verse
The poet's dead inside a hearse.
A gift, a heart that we all share.
A love and purpose, yet no one cares.
Crying means nothing if no one's there,
Love within this place is rare.
The only thing we have is pain,
A common trait in this domain.
I cry and scream into the rain,
Water pounds against my brain.
A gun shoot rings throughout the streets,
Our massive heart has one less beat.
The world still soars beneath our feet,
A single number to delete..
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
We look into the universe,
A mind and soul we can't traverse
It's meaning displayed within a verse
The poet's dead inside a hearse.
A gift, a heart that we all share.
A love and purpose, yet no one cares.
Crying means nothing if no one's there,
Love within this place is rare.
The only thing we have is pain,
A common trait in this domain.
I cry and scream into the rain,
Water pounds against my brain.
A gun shoot rings throughout the streets,
Our massive heart has one less beat.
The world still soars beneath our feet,
A single number to delete..
There is no truth. You will find nothing here you don't wish to see.
Ω
