We Look Back and We Fall, Not Laugh
Run, run, run Blow. Dance away. Lets go away. Dont stick around with me. Lets go and wander around, Go spread our flowers Over trees and through grass. Yes, we fled, But we were also freed. From this destructive type brain-washing. Up and down, we must go. We cannot stop, We are released by a breath. 1,2,3,4 Oh how I wish to convey, That our clock is stuck at four. We must travel however, Whether sun or stars. Aggh! I broke, all my parts are gone. I am forever stuck. Nestled in a perpetual hole. An inevitable problem. It will never stop. The roots must settle in, They must be established well. Call me weed or vermin, But you know what? I make smiles and laughter. I am a criminal, but yet I am innocent. Oh, no matter. Im shattered. Or is that what they try to tell me anyway? I want to know from the deep, deep down, If we can rendezvous? One for Sorrow Two for Pain Three for Memories Four for Disdain Five for Broken Hearts Six for Lost Souls Seven for Empty Minds Eight for Burning Knowledge
Nine for a Devious Little Boy Ten for a Lovely Bad Little Girl Eleven for a Fake Dozen Twelve to ensure the Demons Wakening Seven Monsters lying in a row, Dragons, demons, summoned from hell. Their glossy eyes glazed with hate. They all sing the silent tune of human demise. Time is one their side, for When something is committed, it will follow. Greed, the green-eyed soul Traces his lips over potential riches Lust, the red-holed hollow Writhes and twists in spot Sloth, a hairy brown creature Wastes away, while desiring no chore Envy, a finely dressed maiden Locks golden eyes on others precious Wrath, a black-mained witch Seals her foes death with a blood-stained kiss Gluttony, is the evil eyed-Vanika Who will eat but even herself, Till shes nothing but a Spanish dress Pride hangs around ones ego, It gleams silver, And goes with a boom. Broken dolls eyes hang From loose and gaunt strings, dying to see fate Many see a trembling limb, While having no control of ones Subconscious thoughts Spinning, weaving, and stitching their own road It is never good enough to the victim. When one false move is triggered, You will have a dastardly appointment With the seven deadly embodiments. Their hollows lay amuck in human-kind, And leech onto those unfortunate enough. From the highest noble, To the poorest street urchin, They grapple on, And hundreds more to come on, And suffer. Many of the people that get chucked inside this spell Never fully recover, for it is libel that is committed.
Peace on Earth will never be. It wont exist. Yelling. Screaming with no fear, Kids laughing. Eleven-year olds passing college physics Writing the stress away. Guns tossed aside Where will we go? The world will hold hands Singing until the daybreak. Less children crying, So they say. No sighing, Dying. Crying. Deciding. A supposed utopia. Only one rule governs, Ignorance is bliss. I sit where one never has. I stand upright in my own filth. There is no news from above. She must suffer! Hurt everyone close to her! Wellwhy dont you just die? The number of fingers sticking up from the ground, Is just sickening. Loose cables and grungy walls block my sight Heat slaps my face, and whips away as quickly With its tail between its legs Yellow, Brown, Green They haze my sight. We are the smallest of minute. We dont deserve. My foreign limbs fail me, They are not natural, Nor the large terrible thing. I dive the way they did in Baseball, Their voices in an indifferent grumble. Nevertheless, she is still my hero. The brainwashed aristocrats In their pompous feathers Dance to the melodious tune The robots lay in the abandoned yard Within the yellow and green
Newborn grass Never to be awaken from an endless slumber We can never loose! That one person, he will die for me! My first time is now, New silken sheets, new satin dress I look out behind me This city is no more. It is but a massive graveyard And mine to rule Needles brush against my skin, The sounds defying my ears I am guided back to my room I am the underdog once again. They have won again. Canines ferociously nip at my ankles, Metal clanking against my ankles, My dead bones I collapse and look behind me There is my unintended followed Her death written in my palms. I blink my eyes and decide, It truly is up to them Who can I say to? Its not like I have control over my Very own life. I am the disease. I am the bacterial impurity. I am plaguing you. Run away, run now. In this broken dreamland we now stand. The broken tendrils of lost blues sink. They plant their seeds of caginess. They are greeted by idle ears. We must simply crush all close? An opera of truly reprehensible gossip dances from their lips We do not have the best already. We are lacking what they have above. We roll in our own filth. Underlings, that is what we are deemed as entitled too. When I was born, I was covered in the skimpy remains of what the rest didnt want. The earthy green and mustard yellow stained my senses My body twists and writhes,
For it must conform to the figure That is accepted by all. There are many amuck us all, Each one a traitor. They are criminals, yet they are so innocent, A brandishing figure emerges from dark. It is time we all see the light. Each one emerges, Taunt, quiet, and conspicuous Little school-aged children Walk around with hand in hand They preach of equality, For their minds are far too innocent To be in touch with the world, And become tainted with its misery and corruption. This world played its card quite filthily, care to try again?
