What tells us of a coming morning?
Nuclear; holocaust; eroding ozone...
Adjusting to the torture of this sadistic world,
I progressively lose faith in all mankind...
Wake up from this fake sleep
and break free from this mold...
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Into the heart a bullet thrusts...
This day holds our fate
With a sweet satisfaction...
This Poem is dedacated to my sister...
I wonder how many children in this world, Gets...
Surrounded by people
Who care to much...
Eaten Alive.
She got beneath my skin and she ate me alive...
I have a dream which will never be realised,
For it is too great and common a dream to be truly...
We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of...
Here we go again
Back to this place...