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I have seen the tortured minds of my generation rise out of the ashes of insanity naked in new birthborn of one-night stands to fathers angry at street-level poverty looking for another damned fix
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, wasted once happy kids, lifeless souls, lifeless monsters, ghosts
I Am The Wolf,
Quite And Sleek,
You'll Never Find Me,
No Matter How Long You Seek.
I Hide In The Shadows,
For You No Not Witch One,
But I'll Make Sure You See Me Smiling,
I saw the best of their generation enveloped
In the blaze of their heat In the passion of their words, In the rhetoric of their demagogues
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson
The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath
Sure of its death he limps away
Back to his pack
He must defend them
Whatever the cost
Blood drips from a leg
It’s What She’s Not
I
A yellow rose twisted on a wire hanger
in the closet,
and even that imaginary,
I saw the SHALLOW SOULS of my generation induced by
the spirited connection of NEGATIVITY’S SPELL
Being judgmental on a person’s looks
Doing nothing but mope about being a nobody
Love is blind yet it sees the most
Are you fearful
because you can't run away when you're uncomfortable?
The beast in you
is the monster in me
You tear me to pieces
but it sets me free
