Like a magazine locked and caged, in between sweaty hands cast away the shells, cartridges, the bullets and me tell it all away it's just a dream, just a dream and hope you're still awake when the shooting ends.
Grey an’ sleek. Strong an’ at your peak. This moment is yours! The first steps taken with man, All in the palm of your hand! But no hand you bare, Instead rough padding and claws that are handle with care. We gifted this name to the one whom fights our demons, To overcome any trail and error. He is.. Hercules.
Three years my chest tighten when I wake. Three years my body trembles when I move. Three years and I hear the echos of my screams, begging for this to be a dream. Yet I stand, three years later. Still hoping for you to come back.
when the curtains are drawn you just never know what's going on backstage they say he passed peacefully in his sleep but that doesn't put our minds at ease
i remember his smile, a contagious face we should have seen the scale tipping how heavy it must have weighed
another one gone from the class of o one our ride or die boy may god bless his two sons.
rip my good friend. this one hurts, it hurts real bad. i wish i could hug you, the way you used to pick me up, squeeze me so hard and crack my back. and you always smelled like knock off cheap cologne. i'm gonna miss that awful smell.
I’m terrified of thoughts of you, Believing that I am not worthy of them. Two days till your birthday, And I’m still lost. I accepted the lies that were told, I wasn’t strong enough to ward their thoughts. I’m sorry.
I am so sorry. I thought I was strong and I wasn’t. I’m sorry.
It just struck me as odd Since we sleep to regain energy To do the things we need to The next time the sun rises
But what do we rest in peace for I think it’s a different kind of sleep My matter dissipates in the dirt And awakes to live in the roots Of all the trees that gave me shade And the flowers that defined beauty
The only better place I’m going Is the world beneath your feet.