This is a day I wish I was dead
A day not to die
But a day, to be dead and reinstated
Recreated,
To a place that wasn't my world
This cynical creature
Of, absolute controlling features
Where trust is never held,
Unless you are some kind of god given preacher.
People are never deeper,
Then that dam tag, clipped to the tip,
Of your favorite diamond shirt.
Dirt,
It's what this generation strives for.
Relations,
As powerful as the next temptation.
Desertion,
Easy as a pill we deem as "abortion".
Consolation ,
Given as a text, not a real sensation.
No one has the right to judge
But if you can relate,
Your name is probably on the same plate.
To my reflection
On my immature actions,
Contemplation on why I conform,
Like the devils who have taken away our nation,
I prey to open my eyes,
Away from these soulless creations.
I wish to be reborn.
