Huh.

We can be as quiet as the wind in the dark or louder then a tornado tearing up a park, am i wrong to give holy to the ones of the past. or are we all cursed to live in a sham full grasp. can't we as a people realize the truth, we were never meant to find out what was truth. tell me i'm wrong when i look to my left, i see foolish deviants plotting my death. but then i look to my right and i see a light, wrapped up in coils, nooses and evil plights. so where do i go in this empty whore? I'd say up ahead but that door is closed. trapped in a cycle of tortured souls. can't the wind blow me back to mold. yes, mold me into something, something of light. something to fight in the glorious night. but the wind isn't calling. neither is the storms, just a young man walking all alone. so what am i doing, living in my past. trying to deviate the traps that never ever last. this could be a rant of nothingness in your eyes. but look a little harder. between the lines of life are segments of reality, trapped in it's box of something called actuality. never to touch, but always ends in brutality is that something necessarily in a world of neutrality? no it's lies we arn't all guys we can't realize the words seeing eyes. Idealistic ideas immortalized but what's it worth in reality, nothing. nothing. mothers on crack, selling her babys food for another good smack, yeah. so what's running threw her sack? crack crack crack crack and crack. so what's the message, 16 year old life sentence, what's he missin? kill him on the spot, end his suffer, getting raped on the bathroom floor now that's tougher. just take me then in my own eyes, end my times, i did the crime i shot that cop, even if he was a dirty one. Took his life, for hurting moms. So he's the devil in the systems eyes. nothing to him, but he crossed the line, he's tired of the welfare and sister working the nights. but ideally he can be all right.