The chalky Cliffs of Dover crumble in my fist.
Tucked away neatly in my pocket.
I have the power to become a person completely in control.
The tension seething in my chest no longer.
All I need is the key.
A simple motion not readily accepted by the masses.
'Tis not we who wait for the dust to settle but for the dust to settle we.
The reuptake of life hidden but always near.
We care not for the hands that pass the life from person to person.
For they could be from the grimiest of grim and still our hands are cupped for their foul crooked benevolence.
We are gods and what is purity without the soot and **** and **** to define it.
Synthetic courage and emotional restraint what more could the people want.
Only a few care for the real me, the anxiety, the truth.
Why pander the rest when I have complete control within a plastic seal, tucked neatly in my pocket.

You have done some things you are not proud of.
What'd happen If I told them?
What'd happen if they knew?
You were young, you were angry,
you were horrible, you were everything you hate now.

You hurted so many people
and disappeared.
Why did you do it?
Why would you take your pain
and put it on someone else?

It was not her fault she didn't love you.
It wasn't his fault. He couldn't know.

Yes, you were a mess,
but that's no excuse.
No, you can't change the past.
I don't even know If "I'm sorry" would be enough.

You couldn't love
cause you didn't know how to love yourself.
You thought hate
was your only weapon against the world.

Will she accept your apologies
or will she act is if she doesn't know you
the way that you did?

Will he forgive you
or forget
just like you?

You were full of poison and you killed many flowers
on your way here.
What are we gonna do, Jude?

I'll light a candle for us
and I'll try to be a better man.
It's all I can do
that'll bring a change.

Our times were great until we parted. I just hope I left you better than when we started.
The Devil's work.

she is a wine personified,
and without patience,
one can never grasp
how better she gets through time

We Will Always Grow Up Realizing How unfair Life Can Get.. But Some Of Us Are Tired.. Some Of Us.. Go Through The Hardships While The People Who Believe We "Want" The Easy Way Out Are The Ones That Blindly Walk A Road They Don't Even Own. Such Nerve.. Why Do We Suffer What They Deserve?.. Even Through Our Difficulties.. The Fair That We Deserve Is Our Hope To Prove Them Wrong.. A Taste Of That Sweetness We Lust For That Many Of You Bitterly Devour Without Love... Life Can Choose To Be As Difficult As It Wants To Be.. But We Can Choose To Either Accept That It Will Get Worse... Or Become What Needs To Be The Better.

~Moises G.