Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Rambles

Force fed drunk. Unscathed in chaos amuck.
Shout through the crowds, it's too late. They know this ship has sunk.
Hold your mouth. Stand your ground. Their minds, all too think for sound.
It's easy when it's you, not I.
We all know this system shuns your mind to sly.
The lies are wild, they are thoughtless, like eyes so vile.
They beg on their knees... Waiting for life to show it's worthwhile.
Don't respond, not even with a smile.
These pigs, they will take it all and leave you hostile.
So step back, take a breath - sew the seeds that will lead you to death.