Writing Art - Blog Posts
hold on.
my grip is getting loose,
my reality is due,
we die for what we choose,
and i’m fucked up,
you got me fucked up.
what is this society,
fighting for entirely?
getting kind of tired,
of bullshit and liars.
fakers with a smile,
and fakers with power.
sweet talking money,
has made us all sour.
fuck the institutions,
abusing us with counterfeit.
the government wants us clueless,
the truth is we are powerless.
until we decide to unite,
and banish all our biases.
storm the castle tonight,
and take back broken promises.
all you do is lie and deceit
don’t you know an eye for an eye
is a bad habit? so keep the receipt
i need them to see,
but this is deeper than me.
try having a secret to keep
with a backstabbing grit in your teeth
but want the whole world to love you
as their favorite mystery piece
how can you blame a single person you meet.
i’m no angel you see
i fly high with devils
born with no wings
my love embezzled
by impermanent things
we are all sinners unique
and purpose we seek
so keep the ground on your feet
because we’re all here fighting gravity
and she was beautiful
and vibrant
and most of the time
a riot
but what i think
you’ll truly never know
secrets to keep
i understand alone
seldom asleep
so when a dream comes along
comatose
never wake me up
i wore frozen tears
but it hurts
you’re burnt in my skin
like a curse
my flesh will never forgive you
my flesh will never forget
my flesh will never forgive you
my flesh will never forget
