O' Lord of the Day of Judgement.
I swear...
As little toddlers
tripping and falling...
My Photoshop Tastes Like Beverage.
The sadness in your heart is carved from my own...
A light is shining as faint as it may be.
Full of hope and imagination within...
The world will surround your innocence
Rip you open and sow you back up with ignorance...
Those tall walls seem to taunt me.
They haunt me in my dreams...
The clouds are a shroud
draped softly over me...
Tears freely flow from red and shattered eyes.
Uttering our devastation unable to stifle cries...
The woman looks at the men flirtatiously;
Batting eyelashes, twirling with her hair...
I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...
Time does not stand still
For anyone who is here...
I never was and I never will,
Be just like you...