the only ones on ourselves we deceive
nature or nurture wose fate
holds our future
what naked nessecities can withstand
their slow torture
is there something more
can anything change
live in peace with eachother
make hate rearrange
the ones who stick by unafraid and aware
leave lovers apathetic foes tearing their hair
the fakes shine in their own eyes with ghosts
that constitute the rationalization for their own lies
while some can be set free it is a chore to live in chaos
anarchy holds true to the souls that bear its weight
deviant and alone and stuck out in the cold
those who attest to a cause grown cold
this mumbled rhetoric means nothing in space and time
we are insignificant entities
searching when there is nothing left to find...................
but is there something that can turn it all around?
can "good" and "evil" make a balance
or are we hell bound?
forever the answers i will see in my dreams
while blind machine armies
take over behind the scenes
the sky looks down and laughs
spilling blood into the wind
eroding the earth
freezing the water and our hearts
as greed spreads like wildfire
wiping out countless moralities
bright blue sky boasts nature's colours
vibrantly- fresh spring foliage
clouds the sun- refuge from
its burning tongue
if the clock should break
if the moon should fall
it isn't like anything
ever mattered at all
