Poems from jointheconspiracy
The ambush was veiled with sparkling lights
It shimmered to all who looked upon it
They boasted of how it changed their sights
Walk...
It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply.
To take on the gravity of a burden or the flight of a fancy.
Both within...
Waiting for the pressure to be lanced by a blade drawn fast
Praying for the vice to loosen from my chest
Wishing I could go someplace not...
When children dress their dolls with Kevlar
When the just are accused of tyranny
When the circle is completed
We, my friends, are ready...