terrible
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No sleep.
No water.
Dry mouth seems to be the onluy taste available.
No reach or want for what is close.
Only hardships are available.
Thee isn't much around in this deserted place we call home.
Slaves, wars, and riots
Our history is terrible
We cannot deny that
Allowing innocents to be killed
Allowing houses to be burned
Allowing the world around us to crumble
Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
A little girl or boy, an innocent child of barely any age.You had a life ahead of you, some would be police officers, some would be nurses,Some would be musicians, and others teachers.Your life was taken, taken away.
Years spent stuck in my old habits they're so hard to let go of
Dents in these walls, loco enough to blow, but i got no motive
So explosive they say i need a therapist, to attack my head like a terrorist
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
There we stood face to face
neither one daring to flinch
The mirror howling
screaming in agony
its cries growing more and more and even more intense
He sits at his desk
night and day.
He reads from the monitor
its boring I say.
He looks up
and with a monotone face
he opens his mouth
its sexist today.
I wish to put him away
i want to hear everything you have to say.
i want you to drown me in the sound of your voice,
and revive me with the subtle whispers you breathe.
i want you to perform a symphony
