Your life
Is a story...
Nights spent
Staring...
Often people ask me
If they can read these sacred words...
Strands of hair
Aged a gray-brown hue...
The mind
Is a corrupt thing...
Darkness blinds
And saturates...
The bell rings
Stampedes of students...
They hide
Behind masks...
War paint streaks
Malicious smiles...
6 feet under
Your hand reaches down...
Cameras don't capture moments in history, rather they make the moment history by borrowing it from Time. |
I thought that surely God would not allow corrupt people to run the United States. Then I met a politician. |
Why do people love the darkness? Because they feel darkness will hide their transgression. What they don't realize is that in the depths of night, their wrongs will brought to their full attention, making ignorant bliss impossible to obtain. |