Pounding onto the drums,
Acting dumb for the crowd,
Asking to be a little less proud,
And understand that we're all ****.
Hatred consumes us all, it comes so easily; its almost a gene of its own.
Painful truths and lies shoot us all down,
Everyone is bleeding out and trying to breath,
Everyone is falling from highs and trying to catch the prize.
The skies are covered in dim lights,
Telling the stories of those who lost hope in their dreams.
Everyone is being run down,
The guns are useful tools to pierce a person,
Words impeded in them, and once it hits you there is no turning back;
Your permanently damaged mentally and physically.
The painful truth about us; the 'Human race',
Is that we are all are the monster under neath the bed,
The skeletons inside our closets,
Ready to hunt us down and consume everyone is sight.
We are own parasites,
Every judging thought that turns into a spoke word,
Has already infected someone, and grown,
The rippling effect already taken place.
We are the demons that steal away another's child,
Damaging beyond repair,
Polluting their minds with pure hatred.
We destroy own another, our own loved ones, and random strangers,
That is the little bit of painful truth.
Not really sure what this is.