A world consumed in hatred, fear and greed; but how. Once a wounderfull world were dreams were possible. No longer, now dreams give way to nightmares and potential molded into dispare.
If only we could wake up. The reasurance of consunce if only to wake sceaming in a cold sweat alas this state of slumber seems ever lasting, a coma with slim chance of recovery. some wish for thier plugs to be pulled, to end thier misery. I say remember this comas can be broken mirricals can happen if your strong enough.
A feat to accomplish, to understand you
would be like solving the riddle of life.
To make you laugh would be like
entertaining a crowed of millions.To
comfort you in a time of need would be like
comfort the nation in time like this our
darkest of hours. To hold you in my arms
would be like holding a treasure to great
for value.To wake next to would be greater
than waking to even the most beautiful of
sunrises. To move you with this words would
be like moving the greatest mountain. These
feats are of the greatest but pale in
comparison to one to which without they
mean nothing.To make you realize this words
are about you.
Thunder in the air, lighning in the sky, all
I can hear is the abandon childs cry.
Theres blood in the water corpses on the
street, the vultures shall feed on human meat.
Compassion is gone, there's only hatred and
fear, as I walk along this bloody sphere.
I can't burn the sight of death from my
eyes, it's the day of truth, there are no more lies.
Thunder in the air, lightning in the sky,
I shall not forgot no matter how I try.
COMMENTS
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jaylin
21:35 Feb 27 2012
awesome :) very deep