The world
is vicious. My
dreams are distant.
Disappointment and I
bond to the end of existence.
Impostors call attention. Monsters
begin the division. The rumors spread
faster than our comprehension. To the edge
we stand. Little faith in hand as the dim city
lights turn into bloody red. Seek relief in bed,
yet instead we're left alone with the agony we forever
dread. Another day we find the same state of mind, prolonging
the misery we try to confine. The world strikes hard. Society stacks
the cards. We struggle at the bottom and still dream large
So the day we fall is the day they'll crumble too
If that be so
Why do they
wound me
and
you?
