What's with all
these commercials about...
If you do not like the \'flow\' of the poem, it is...
Like the golden glow of the setting sun
Does this time represent the fall of man...
In the cold light of morning
The blood is yet to cool...
Slimed waist beauty stars, air brushed idol.
Down the catwalk...
You think you are so mighty
As though youre worthy of my respect...
Only in fairy tales.
Exist this so called \"Happy Ending\"...
Every tear can tell you a story,
and show you what's inside...
High School hallways loom ahead
In walk all the living dead...
Shattered Glass
Blood stained grass...
I am an element of….
A Tribal descent upon a secluded glade...
We are just jumbled pieces of the universe
floating together...