sun shine

sunshine through now gray skies tell of innocence lost and brutality found madness posing as freedom has no place here in these realms of sadness on going, an all enhancing pain deep and consistent. killing time is a full time job, didn't they tell you how life was and is, can't be true I say cause the clouds move slowly in the sky... can't I move without haste, without destination, without intent, can't I just move cause it feels kinda nice and the wind kissing my skin feels kinda nice and the birds singing there songs sound kinda nice. leave me alone. I have no pieces of paper to prove of my existence, of my talents, of my skills, no medals of honor. I would not fight for my country. I would prefer to fight for trees not for power. I don't feel like sucking metaphoric cock today, my mouth is dry and my lips split from all the tears and pain. Don't try to get me to think your way, I have no interest in conforming to you ar anyone or anything. stop projecting and start digesting your decisions and your feelings. pop, stop it's making me sick I can't look anymore at the streets, at the empty people, who stole there sunny day, there candy cane. I can't do this anymore, I pack my bags and board the invisible train. I don't care where I'm going as long as I get there safely. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 02:41 PM PST   10 • 0