SmokingSmoking.Smoking
The clicking of the lighter Fire another one up As the smoke rises
And the nicotine flows through the blood A feeling of relief ensues Drag after drag Inhaling the plumes Pollution fills the lungs
The white paper turns to ash Becoming shorter and shorter Untill it's finally put out
Time passes Addiction sets in Another one is lit Detorioration occurs yet again With no end to the habit in sight
Questions course through the mind "Why am I doing this?" "Why can't I quit?"
Tired.TiredTired.
I’m so tired It’s not getting easier I can’t sleep anymore A person told me today “You look tired” So many emotions I wanted to display at the moment I don’t want to burden anyone with my complications though I couldn’t bring myself to do such a thing. It often seems like, Some days I feel fine and some days….. Well some days I just don’t understand I don’t what is happening or where I’m going Half the time I just want to be alone But at the same time, There’s the longing to have some company
I realize now, that I don’t know what I wa
A Simple GoodbyeA Final GoodbyeA Simple Goodbye
Truly I will miss you deeply But this is my final goodbye
I am leaving this place forever I didn’t bother telling you though Not for fear of causing a scene But would we be the point of it? You’re far too caught up in yourself to understand
You brought me far too many pains Miseries that most ordinary people do not know And it's such a sad thing to see You think you are outside of life Above and beyond You’re no better than the rest of them And certainly not me
You are however, an essence One that cannot
The Riddle of Life and DeathThe Riddle of Life and DeathThe Riddle of Life and Death
So why am I here With such little time I have not a salvation
Yet I’ve committed no crime
There still is no purpose I have not clue As to why I’m alive Or what I must do
Oh here comes my end And after I die Do I burn down in hell Or float in the sky?
Does it even exist? The place where I’ll go Where life is eternal? Or where death likes to grow?
But that is the question What do I believe?
For a life after death? or eternal misery?
It doesn’t reall
Flow--Flow- -Flow
`television- Propelled into the cycle of consumption sickening minds into psychosis feeding the hungry spirit; fear. You watch, entranced by emotion. You make no decisions on the data you have been given; you trust, without even a question. Like a divine prophet for your ears alone, you worship with your time in front of it. Your Eucharist is a fear filled insemination; bearing children of pain. They are aware of the pain they cause. A high standard for life is of course desirable and attainable by all. However, the damage is incarnate in
Looking For What I Knew.
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"Every Truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside dare to die stand and fight show faith."
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Why do people take by force what they could obtain by love?
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