our world
you're wasting your time,
they all have flies in their ears.
beaten by the daylight hours,
sedated by alcohol at night.
they want change, but they
can't be bothered to change.
the vampires at mayfair with
their red houses want
nothing but to kill us all.
and if i could change,
we could go off the grid.
jailbreak from the stalemate,
and we could be free
in a dream.
::money makes the world go around::
YOU ARE READING
in your world
Poetry:: you were lost in your world and i couldn't find the way in my own ::
