Jei
Come out from behind te clouds, bcuz I have news for you...
words weave a tale of lies and deceit.
It is so obvious that we are torn between whats real and what an illusion. In this world, the illusion is real and whats real is tattoed with guns, and gangs signs, and crime scene tape. So why is there a world that allows monsters to prowl about plotting to claw and bite and scratch at the weak?
You see, we are all people who want to know what its like to live our lives to the fullest. But some of us will never know that feeling.
"Go to school," you tell me. "Make life better for yourself," you say, "Do your part."
Well that sounds smart.
Or cleva.
Whateva.
Whateva.
Should life require a signature,
Or liscence,
Or spoken word...
No nouns
No people
No actions
No verbs
No people
No actions
No verbs
Tell me, what's the point? Because I am tired of flimsy friends and submissive companions.
I am blue hearing nagging voices and meek cries.
And I am used to hearing the hope shattering BANGS of gunfire.
And you over there, the one with the smirk. I see that your mouth is smiling, but your eyes are sad.
So come out from behind the clouds,
Bcuz I know a secret...
Just Bcuz the ground is clean, does NOT mean its pure.
We are ALL walking on blood!
hs and very few responses. Should we be used to the murders and the assaults of the young? Should we dismiss the mutilations of a seven-year-old's body? Should this be normal? I don't think it should be.
