A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

As The World Goes Around

       Static rings through my head but the world outside is still turning.... going around and around, deceivingly bright and hopeful with life and sound. The junkies shoot up and the hookers get down...it just keeps going around.

         Lovers loose and winners die, children hope and mothers cry, the sun goes down one more time on a perfect lie.

          Society of our own making.... giving, wanting and taking...my soul grieves but I smile because I'm faking. My face is still but inside I'm shaking.