The breathe that keeps me alive
The ability to have a dream to drive
The longing for things to be undone
The chasing of the memory of the fun..
The tangible memory in times gone past
of about things that never did turnout to last..
the dreams of wanting it all
instead of banging my head against a wall.
No more fighting, I can't take it anymore.
No more yelling or I'll be knocking on heavens door..
Not one thing left to do or even say
So I just go along with the one person play..
Deal with the karma as the blade swings down..
and protect that white man with the thorny crown..
Delve into the fears that make you real
and lose all the ability you had to feel..
Sell your soul for a wafer and a sip
and don't even think about giving me some lip.
Smack you senseless, didn’t you know?
You can't let your insides, out to show..
Keep it just tucked under your belt..
We've never really cared about how you felt..

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this in the mindset of how many people just give up on life, thinking it will make this difference in peoples lives... but how those people don't care...

Posted on 09/05/2003
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