Nothing

The sickness as leaked from the past to
the future. Plaguing the young starting
with the size of there hearts and soul.
Ending with there taste in style. Searching
for the perfect place...in the heavens

Clocks count down falling off the walls
as the shook and break. The second hand
spins slower then the minute hand. Hours are nothing
compared to years..

Story tellers speaking through the heart. Bleeding through
there tales of there pain. Sorrow and Hated are priceless.
Sadness is the tan of crowd. Reckless are the heroes. In a time
where happiness isn't far from a horrible deed.

They say we have everything and be anything.....But...yet..

We're nothing under the influence...of the Government and
entertainment. Here T. v and pop charts rule the world with
a iron fits. All it take is just a voice to shout out to speak among of
monsters that rest under our beds and dreams...

nothing is never nothing but nothing is always something and..

It takes that nothing to be something to start everything...