When does it count,
When is it considered to be well,
When does it cross the line,
Or light some fire?
For every moment your sober,
it's like it gets a little lighter
While everyone else is building some reputation
Get rid of the pipes and needles,
Will you do anything
To sell the rock
Hit the jackpot?
Need to become their trust
Stab them,
Stare them straight in the eye,
as you stick it right through their hearts.
Never face the consequences,
You knew the rules,
Follow their footsteps,
Swallow inside the shadows,
now it's your time kid,
It's your time to be raw.
But when does it count,
When is it considered to be well,
When does it cross the line,
Or light some Fire?
Don't fall when you can't stand
Change your fate
If you can't accept it,
Cry out to the sky.
Feel empty and cold,
Leave your soul.
Because listen to this story,
it's all true.
Then you need to reject the monster,
because one dance with it might last you forever.
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Seeking Life
PoetryPoetry about SEEKING LIFE--- some about how Fucked Up our world is.