We humans, with our massacres, genocides, wars...
Is there somewhere
In this world for me...
By the way they act
with each other one may think them...
Just trying to stay young in a world grown old
Having been told, being constantly cajoled...
His tears did fall in rivers,
eyes did burn by millions...
It always used to be all butterflies and...
and quiet walks along old woody trails...
The definition
depends as much on the user...
Written by Ashley Roberts. 11.10.08..
When parents get an abortion, IT IS MURDER. You...
Go ahead
call me what you want...
Sit -- stiff, silent and monogamous
Holding the world tightly to your chest...
Gaze into the mirror,
Take a long look...
This life is a colorful masquerade,
Hidden behind lies, the truth is doomed to fade...