The color red is dead
A made up primary that came from our heads.
An evil marking of false trust
Not of love, just of lust
It consumes our thoughts and our hearts
Bringing us together and tearing us apart
It brings us no where,
But back to the start.

We are all children longing for the better days
The days when our sand box seemed like the greatest of deserts
When a trip down a narrow slide was the greatest of adventures
When we loved and forgave without a second thought
The days when we knew ourselves
Without worry, judgment, or care

Deception, just a common misconception
A virus rooted in our psyche
A habit that's much to likely
Its the best friend of weakness
Breeding falsity and bleakness

Those who know it's stinging kiss
Are the ones who reap this
Maybe one day we can live with out
Until then this is what our society's all about

Trapped in a prison we are,
Forged by our own greedy hands
Till the days of sentimentalism have become the past
We all live with dressed up souls
Taught values and fake appreciations
Never knowing our true potential or selves
The reflection that stares back at you
Purely manufactured
let us break away from this lie
And find true meaning with in our self
Away from this land of concrete and stone
Away from these material objects
Away from these horrid teaching and
Away from this brainwashed state
Let us finally find our own spirit,soul, and mind

I knew you and you knew me
We shared our deepest secrets
But time wouldn't let us be
I knew you and you knew me
I changed and lost you
But I was too blind to see
I miss you but you don't miss me
Unknown to you
You were the key
I miss you but you don't miss me
If you truly cared I'll have to wait and see

In the time between the worlds feuds
A mighty crash left our country subdued
Infertility plagued the land
While everyone put out their hungry hand.
People so fragile, plunged to their death
Not even taking a second to hold their breath
Women were forced to give up inside life
Turning to coat hangers, instead of surgical knifes.
While many men turned to a homemade noose
To be found in a closet by those they would lose.
Thursday became known as a blackened date
As a reminder of countries’ terrible fate.

Crisp yellow beams parade through orange sky's
Marching without purpose where their heavenly background lyes
The sun births a tranquil prismatic sea
As the night settles in where dark will soon be
The world is over cast with a pleasing mystic hue
Tomorrow will soon breath these colors a new
As the sun goes down and ready for bed
It brings it's life to somewhere new overhead