Deep down we all want to break that wall
Destroy whatever is ticking us off
Tear every piece of resemblince
Slaughter anything that comes in the bubble
We look so perfect from afar
But up close were the devil children
We forget what's wrong to society
And do what pulls us towards the forbidden
The essence of desperate hearts is so needy
The desire of sin is so drastic
That we don't even know how to breath alone
In the darkness is where we
thrive
The aching temptation is what makes us pure
We are not made to be perfect
We are not here to be told what to do
We are to live and die as the runaways
The few that follow instinct
The few who grab the hammer in the shed
And crack every screen in sight
Society tries to confine us
To make us like everybody else
I won't accept that
I'm getting out
And with an army of rugged hearts behind me
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
