Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...
The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring...
His face-
greasy and worn...
I work in a school
full and full of women...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...
Chaos generated order in numbers;
broken dreams through computerized 'no...
Wake up,
Dress up...
No man is an island,
Yet you can be that tree...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
Ooh look at you in your flash car.
You should really learn to drive...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...
All we do is sit in silence
Hoping...Waiting….Wishing we’d find some type...