Prediction

I see a land predicted
but never proved.
A day--night--
in which the sun fails.

I see the darkness that will
Conquer.
The madness that will
Consume.

I see the abandoned homes--
the empty streets.
The windows broken
by hatred and vanity,
the doors barred by silence
and ignorance.

I sense the empty rooms--
the isolation of a people
who had their chance in Eden--
and rejected it.
Took it for granted--
tore away the happy image,
crushed the Grecian Urn
under their sharp toes.

I see an eternity predictied
but never proved.
Where darkness will roam
free of its bonds and the people
will go mad like
butterflies--enraged by heat.

I see the world as it will be--
not as it was meant.

Birds Cry Too

Birds cry too--she said
although they chirp, fly.
One may seem content--
but still, they hide...

She tears for these emotions
never shown,
The world frozen shut by Gluttony--
to open it now--would break.

So it remains an icy tomb
for all those belonged to its chill.
And where Love can never bloom,
Madness surely will.

Insanity--lurks at the corner,
Savagery--hides at the door.
Still, what's to fear but Fear itself?
And that Stone heart of yours.

Shot down, the brave and shining.
They were the sun in joyous mirth.
We drug along our misery
and--it swallowed up new birth.

The world decays and slows.
Night again--consumes all.
And around the fire--
we will tell
of Earth's tragic fall.

Resisted

They whispered
things about her.
Things with needles and pins.
Things that sting.

She hid from them,
but they found her.
She ran from them,
but they followed.
She stumbled--
they attacked.

She lay then.
Broken, wondering,
amazed
at the cruelty of the world,
the darkness of our kind.

She had simply resisted
those ways to become
like them.
And so, the had acted
with a hateful violence.

She resists all.

And she still runs.

Cheat

They can be better
than what they choose
to be.
Better than the lie
that is their existance.

I've lived in shambles.
I've seen blood--
smelt it--accepted--
may have even craved it.
I've listened to weeping and
screams--just across the hall--
and have wished to run
away.

But I did not.
I endured my life silently.
What makes you so special?
How dare you escape
What I could not.

Addiction

They humiliate America,
those concerned with lies.
Those who accuse and
Judge--those who are
Ignorant.

They make a mockery
of Freedom,
those who inhale poison,
inject a black death through
scabbed skin--
their fingernails dirty.

They hold false arguments.
They hold excuses.

All are fake, unreal, inhuman.

They deserve no better
than the rest.

We all fought for
where we are.
What did they do?

Lied, cheated,
inhaled and injected
inhaled and injected
and inhaled again.

Addiction is produced
by Arrogance.

Fight

Tears fall instead of rain
blood flows, eternal stain.
This world of dark--world of hate
has fallen apart
with all the cruel hearts

And no one will fight
no one will scream.
We all just dream.
And so we have loose seams--
bloodied streams.

Hope for change.

It will never come.

We can't wait for sunrise
in this endless night
when no one will Stand--
Speak--

Fight.