Agregeous anger,
Simmering.
The world's in danger,
Shimmering.
It's falling off the edge,
Of the galaxy.
Astronomically wedged,
A living fallacy.
Is it real,
The world we see?
Or can we feel,
Our darkest dreams?
If we want something,
Can we make it happen?
Our hearts are hunting,
For a world of satin.
A softer place,
Where we can live,
Without the hate,
That we all give.
Without the scorn,
Of hateful eyes.
A place that's borne,
Without our lies.
A place that floats,
Above us all.
And doesn't choke,
Our plaintive calls.
A place where we can live together,
Without our heart's unyielding weather.
Uncaring sharks light as a feather,
A place so stark and forever better.
Better than what we have seen,
Behind our gaurded mental screens.
The darkness in our hearts it seems,
So sharp this dart of hatred gleaned.
Cast aside this world devoid,
Of the love that we avoid.
We hurt each other and expect much more,
From our hearts so filled with gore.
Loving has become a chore,
Like mopping up a bloody floor.
If we knew what life had in store,
We wouldn't hesitate to walk through that door.
We wouldn't balk when someone cares,
Or share the glare behind our flair.
Outwardly we cannot see,
And so we all just turn and flee,
From something that would bring us glee.
I wish,
I wish,
We could be free...
