How shallow each breath has become,
So icey every touch and empty every look.
No need for honor or respect,
When others simply take it all.
The hole in the heart only grows,
consuming everything near and dear.
Dreams are artificial meaningless trials,
Whereby we steal each others' last breath.
Sadness drawn out by lacking coin,
Spending the only free moments on sorrow,
When we could invest in joy and tomorrow.
Favour is a modern curse word,
For it no longer serves truth,
The truth in who or what is better or not.
For the last remaining heroes, poets,innocents and wise men, there is no purpose.
So icey every touch and empty every look.
No need for honor or respect,
When others simply take it all.
The hole in the heart only grows,
consuming everything near and dear.
Dreams are artificial meaningless trials,
Whereby we steal each others' last breath.
Sadness drawn out by lacking coin,
Spending the only free moments on sorrow,
When we could invest in joy and tomorrow.
Favour is a modern curse word,
For it no longer serves truth,
The truth in who or what is better or not.
For the last remaining heroes, poets,innocents and wise men, there is no purpose.
No comments:
Post a Comment