You'd think we made it
But not quite yet
So all that's left is to blaze it
And blow smoke to our threats
Baby I was born to lose
So I create genocide with my thoughts
This place is sparking my fuse
And it's making me wish I fought
Harder.
Push a little harder they say
Speak up let your voice be heard
But you have to stay away
Because your voice is absurd
Keep your ears open
And your eyes awake
For there be dreams awoken
And nightmares to shake.
S.L.C. 2015.
YOU ARE READING
raw emotion.
PoesíaA collection of poems I have written dated from high school to present. A lot of these are controversial writings, pieces that are too sensitive for today's society, for many to grasp and carry. Some of these are extremely personal and real life wri...
